Misspent Youth

Today I watched Have A Good Trip: Adventures in Psychedelics on Netflix whilst doing the ironing. Well, most of it. I finished the ironing before I finished the show, and I didn’t feel compelled to watch to the end. It’s not something I haven’t ever seen before, in one format or another. I’m still undecided who these type of shows are made for. Someone who has experience in this field will quickly tire of it. Someone who has none may find it a bit meaningless. Some of the stories are good though. Anthony Bourdain’s evening with Panama Red was quite something. 

That’s what most of these shows miss. Some good stories. I have stories. Some of them are quite good. All of them from my distant past. I’ve been keeping them to myself. For good reason, I’m sure you’ll agree. But these are the days of plague and we’re all going to die. Isn’t this the time to share stories? But we might survive I guess, and perhaps we’ll wish we’d remained a bit discreet with the stories. 

Tumblr does have a password protected post feature though. I can pick and choose who reads the stories. Who wants to hear my stories? Grab a coffee*, while I dig up a little something about something a lot stronger…

*That coffee is one I bought yesterday. From a real, live open Starbucks. That in itself was something of a psychedelic experience.