...About My Drinking Problem?

I sat at my computer, The Wonder Years adorning my television in the background, for a solid forty-five minutes trying to solidify my thoughts into a coherent thesis. Why is it that we are starting this blog? One would think that with all of the conversations Caleb and I had had about it, and all of the thought I had put into it, I would be able to answer such a simple question. And yet, when attempting to write my inaugural piece that would answer my half of it, I was clueless. Caleb’s first piece was already in the revision process. At this moment, while I had put a lot of thought into this undertaking, I had yet to produce any actual content.

...That I'm Neurotic?

I was in the midst of my second peak during an intense mushroom trip. This night I had tried a new form of ingestion which was proving to be far superior to the other methods I had used. I borrowed some English technology and made some tea. Fifteen minutes later, I was seeing colors and my walls were breathing, leaving me in a pool of my own drool captivated with child-like bewilderment. By the time of this second peak, the trip had taken an intrinsic turn, and I was deep in the depths of my own brain, contemplating my life and where I fit into the universe.