I'm in southern California at the moment and it's been a year since I was dancing alone waving a flashlight in my face...LOVING EVERYTHING! Needless to say, I'm almost 40, been sober from alcohol and depressed until my first mdma experience last year. I used to trip L. Etc...but i was busy drinking around 1992 when raves and E. Hit Chicago. I can't believe I went all those years without KNOWING
My god! It's like I believed in santa again and it was Christmas eve. It was 80-100 a g. Loose crystals. I went a little nuts
I kept saying I would wait a few months, the weekend would come and I'd have an excuse to get 3 more g's. I really appreciate the help it offered with ptsd...anything I talked to my girl about doesn't bother me anymore, turned nasty emotional filled memories into old data. So it's been a year, and I've been patient. I said it will find me when it's time. This holds true for other psychedelics, but there comes a time when every psychonaut must go on a quest
im sure any of ya'll would probably like to see an old man rolling balls.
It also reminded me that I can be happy again. Hopefully the hype will mellow and we will all have an easier time enjoying life (how we please). I can't really say what the scene is here because I hide in my studio/garden with Netflix and you guys. Sorry for the typing, I'm on a phone one fingering it.