Are you fucking kidding me?
Psilocybin mushrooms temporarily cure depression.
It took what, a half a century and probably millions, if not hundreds of millions of dollars, and the best your scientific minds could come up with is that mushrooms temporarily cure depression?
All you would have had to do, to spare yourself all the time, money, and research (ha!—research), would have been to catch me on an Indian reservation in northern Arizona back in 1974, in a teepee with five beautiful painted women of the tribe.
Now, even the Satin Latin, with his legendary appetite, could not keep up with five women at once.
But I tried.
Lord knows, I tried.
Peyote buttons were what sustained us for three days. That and some Chumash wine. I think I lost eight pounds that weekend.
When I made my way home, I was introduced to magic mushrooms.
The love affair was ON!
I remember I developed that very same-said shit-eating grin I always got when I dropped LSD.
For three days.
If you didn’t cut out all the strychnine on the underside of the buttons, your stomach would pay the price.
Cramps, mainly, but for hours.
The mushrooms I ate better get me fucked up, I thought, because they looked like something I would not normally ingest.
They not only temporarily relieved any depression that might be lurking, but I was quite a jovial individual.
For three days.
I went to a large music festival in 1982, and mushrooms allowed me to view The Cars blow the roof off the valley, they allowed me to see Pat Benatar’s then-boyfriend Neil Giraldo look like he was going to fuck his guitar on stage.
At least I thought that would be awesome.
They also allowed me to watch Jerry Jeff Walker pass out onstage, boots up.
Come on, people.
Another person dies from trying to take a selfie in a closed-off area of Brazilian waterfalls.
It makes me sick people place such a low value on life. The place was closed off for a reason. To make matters even worse (if that’s possible) the young woman leaves a young baby behind.
Are selfies even a thing anymore?
I know dumbasses are still going too close to wildlife in our National Forests and preserves.
And getting gored.
Major rivers and now, lakes, are drying up all over the world. Ocean levels are dropping. Ice caps are melting at an alarming rate.
But there are still those who are deniers.
There is no global warming.
However, they are unable to refute the one single, solitary, crystalline fact.
That they are under-informed, or uninformed about the truth and they wouldn’t recognize real truth if it walked up and pissed in their Lucky Charms.
I believe anyone caught disobeying a sign loses all protections and are subject to horrible, painful consequences.