The Hobo's Life,
by Dr. George.
I was up at my cottage, and had brought along my mycelium cakes. None were
sprouting much at the time, and I wanted to trip, so I crushed up a cake,
put it in a jar with some cranberry juice and vitamin C, shook it up,
filtered off the matter, put it in the garden, and drank the juice. I
went for a walk.
A while later, in the forest, I was feeling it. I was very paranoid that
someone was following me because I had seen something out of the corner of
my eye, then birds were flying around making a ton of noise. I was too scared,
and went back to my secret mushroom hunting spot near my cottage where I
pick Amanita muscarias. I got a burst of euphoria and took off running
through the woods, then came to a sunny spot and sat down to look at the lake.
I have a lot more respect for graphic artists now. Computer-generated water
always looks very fake, but when you REALLY examine real water, it looks
exactly like it. It was so beautiful. I then got up and strolled along the
lake, all by myself - no one else to bother me, to tell me what I should
do, no deadlines to meet, nothing. I realized the beauty of the hobo
life. I stopped at a favourite spot of mine, a rock in the water that is
perfect size for sitting cross-legged on. My mother came up in a canoe,
and I talked to her a bit, then she left. I just sat there for a bit,
then tried to make it back to shore using stepping-stones instead of the
way I had come. Mistake. Soaking wet.
Went back to the cottage and went inside. Took off wet shoes and socks, put
them by the fire, and sat down to watch some people playing piano on
TV. The first song was very intense, and I was literally out of breath when
it finished. The next one, I expected to be similar, and when it turned
out to be a bouncy, up-beat song I burst out laughing at how silly it
was. I then started writing a story about different things on TV... football,
ads about being nice to people (very suspicious, I thought then, and still
think - "...no one who's intelligent enough to realize the ignorance of
greed is stupid enough to think advertising about helping on TV is going to
do any good," I wrote)
Hungry! An orange! It tasted like caramel.. the best thing I've ever eaten.
I ended up eating 9 oranges over the next couple of hours, even chewing on
the skins to get the last bits of citrus out. I then played with CEVs
under a blanket, looked at lights in my hat, and gradually came back down.