Thanks for the recognition, I try not to embellish, just lay it out as experienced.
Its not a path for everyone and not completely self chosen by me either but indeed I'd not of made it this far if not for blowing my damaged mind to smithereens and re-assemble into a surreal existence - while it lasts. If I knew what fate lies ahead of me next time out I might never ride again if I really think about it. Timmy Leary and Dick Alpert were my mentors whose experiments I and close buddies repeated, isolation tanks to wired up on meters that said we had almost dead man's brain waves just short of flat line yet were conscious enough to wink and wiggle a finger to show we were still here to get high or suffer with everyone else.
Brain is mainly a big ass filter to block out the good stuff, get that gray matter flowery fluff out the way for brain core - brain stem - spinal cord level function and awarenes. A musician or a racer or stunter does not operate well from higher brain levels, that is only to give the crew instructions to carry out > way better than the 'big new boss' can. Inside brain and outside its a fight for survival of the fittest and pure luck on top of that. Best wishes for safe journey's till your own life style does ya in. They are all fatal - so life is purpose -less to me, but how much can I get away with and still go to Heaven : )
Hehe in Houston when I had a 6.9 liter Mercedes with pre-cell phone radio phone and 600 watt tri amped sub woofed stereo, in days of white purified agricultural powder inhaled i arrived at a famous psychic for a reading someone had made for me, as first sight of me he recoiled back in chair with eyes bulging out frozen an instant, then with seasoned serious eye to eye - told me the only times he'd seen aura like mine were folks having to be restrained in padded cells and straight jacket in full blown psychotic episodes. Being a respected professional in big city I didn't reveal what I was on, ie: over one G force passing gear brain squash with bone conducting sound fidelity, flushed with neurotransmitters over whelming sluggish brain neurons. Only thing I ever had faster harsher than that German battle ship was my P!! in straights and Ms Peel in tights. I expect next Peel to beat the socks off my past flings.


