In the last two years of School I moved into the back garage at our place, which was good because it was stand alone and had rear street access, which meant friends from school could drop in mostly undetected and we could smoke some weed and then listen to Pink Floyd.
Quite lovely and relatable, Job. Was thinking today about why it seems like some people are speaking a foreign language. Years ago, I spent some time with a Jungian therapist. It was just as life-changing as doing acid was. Two take aways from the therapist: I'm evidently a visual thinker and the Kundalini energy really can move up your spine and create an opening to your entire being.
My mother dated a guy (I was in my teens), who turned her on to marijuana. Talk about hysterical... but also disorienting. Who expects their mom to do things you yourself had been hiding from her? :)
Life is weird. That's half the fun.
So glad that you're writing here. It's great stuff!
Quite lovely and relatable, Job. Was thinking today about why it seems like some people are speaking a foreign language. Years ago, I spent some time with a Jungian therapist. It was just as life-changing as doing acid was. Two take aways from the therapist: I'm evidently a visual thinker and the Kundalini energy really can move up your spine and create an opening to your entire being.
My mother dated a guy (I was in my teens), who turned her on to marijuana. Talk about hysterical... but also disorienting. Who expects their mom to do things you yourself had been hiding from her? :)
Life is weird. That's half the fun.
So glad that you're writing here. It's great stuff!
Debra
Pink Floyd! Dylan! Orwell! If I could put time in a bottle.... A truly memorable piece of writing. Many thanks.
Fabulous, Jon!