HOW PSYCHEDELICS SAVED MY LIFE

SSS will love this article.  I did a lot of these when I was in college and I still have generally fond memories of tripping in the outdoors.

Who would like to drop acid with this chick? *raises hand*

How Psychedelics Saved My Life

Emmy-winning investigative journalist says ‘magic’ mushrooms and ayahuasca treated her PTSD and anxiety.

Amber Lyon
Photo Credit: Photo Courtesy of Amber Lyon

The following article was written by Amber Lyon and first appeared onReset.me:

I invite you to take a step back and clear your mind of decades of false propaganda.  Governments worldwide lied to us about the medicinal benefits of marijuana.   The public has also been misled about psychedelics.

These non-addictive substances- MDMA, ayahuasca, ibogaine, psilocybin mushrooms, peyote, and many more- are proven to rapidly and effectively help people heal from trauma, PTSD, anxiety, addiction and depression.

Psychedelics saved my life.

My Experience with Anxiety and PTSD Symptoms

I was drawn to journalism at a young age by the desire to provide a voice for the ‘little guy.’  For nearly a decade working as a CNN investigative correspondent and independent journalist, I became a mouthpiece for the oppressedvictimized and marginalized.  My path of submersion journalism brought me closest to the plight of my sources, by living the story to get a true understanding of what was happening.

At a press conference exposing human rights abuses in Bahrain.

After several years of reporting, I realized an unfortunate consequence of my style- I had immersed myself too deeply in the trauma and suffering of the people I’d interviewed.  I began to have trouble sleeping as their faces appeared in my darkest dreams. I spent too long absorbed in a world of despair and my inability to deflect it allowed the trauma of others to settle inside my mind and being.  Combine that with several violent experiences while working in the field and I was at my worst.   A life reporting on the edge had led me to the brink of my own sanity.

Because I could not find a way to process my anguish, it grew into a monster, manifesting itself into a constant state of anxiety, short-term memory loss, sleeplessness, and hyperarousal.  The heart palpitations made me feel like I was knocking on death’s door.

Why I Chose Psychedelic Drugs Medicines 

Prescription medications and antidepressants serve a purpose, but I knew they were not on my path to healing after my investigations exposed their sinister side effects including infants being born dependent on the medicines after their mothers couldn’t kick their addictions. Masking the symptoms of a deeper condition with a pill felt like putting a Band-Aid on bullet wound.

I was made aware of the potential healing powers of psychedelics as a guest on the Joe Rogan Experience podcast in October 2012.  Joe told me psychedelic mushrooms transformed his life and had the potential to change the course of humanity for the better. My initial reaction was one of amusement and somewhat disbelief, but the seed was planted.

Psychedelics were an odd choice for someone like me.  I grew up in the Midwest and was fed 30 years of propaganda explaining how horrible these substances were for my health.   You can imagine my jaw-dropping surprise when, after the Rogan podcast, I found articles on the prodigious effects of these substances that behave more like medicines than drugs.  Articles like this onethis, this this, and this.   And studies such as this,  thisthisthisthis… and this … all gut-wrenching examples of how we’ve been misled by authorities who classify psychedelics as schedule 1 narcotics that have ‘no medicinal value’ despite dozens of scientific studies proving otherwise.

Tripping Around the World 

Having only ever smoked the odd marijuana joint in college, in March 2013 I found myself boarding a plane to Iquitos, Peru to try one of the most powerful psychedelics on earth.   I ditched my car at the airport, hastily packed my belongings in a backpack and headed down to the Amazon jungle placing my blind faith in a substance that a week ago I could hardly pronounce: ayahuasca.

Shamans, or healers, prepare the Ayahuasca brew by combining chacruna leaves, that contain the powerful psychedelic DMT, with the ayahuasca vine.

Ayahuasca is a medicinal tea that contains the psychedelic compound dimethyltryptamine, or DMT.  The brew is rapidly spreading around the world after numerous anecdotes have shown the brew has the power to cure anxiety, PTSDdepression, unexplained pain, and numerous physical and mental health ailments.  Studies of long-term ayahuasca drinkers show they are less likely to face addictions and have elevated levels of serotonin, the neurotransmitter responsible for happiness.

If I had any reservations, doubts, or disbeliefs, they were quickly expelled shortly after my first ayahuasca experience. The foul-tasting tea vibrated through my veins and into my brain as the medicine scanned my body.  My field of vision became engulfed with fierce colors and geometric patterns.  Almost instantly, I saw a vision of a brick wall.  The word ‘anxiety’ was spray painted in large letters on the wall.  “You must heal your anxiety,” the medicine whispered.  I entered a dream-like state where traumatic memories were finally dislodged from my subconscious.

It was as if I was viewing a film of my entire life, not as the emotional me, but as an objective observer.  The vividly introspective movie played in my mind as I relived my most painful scenes- my parents divorce when I was just 4 years-old, past relationships, being shot at by police while photographing a protest in Anaheim and crushed underneath a crowd while photographing a protest in Chicago. The ayahuasca enabled me to reprocess these events, detaching the fear and emotion from the memories. The experience was akin to ten years of therapy in one eight-hour ayahuasca session.

On my mat before the ayahuasca ceremony begins.

But the experience, and many psychedelic experiences for that matter, was terrifying at times.  Ayahuasca is not for everyone—you have to be willing to revisit some very dark places and surrender to the uncontrollable, fierce flow of the medicine.  Ayahuasca also causes violent vomiting and diarrhea, which shamans call “getting well” because you are purging trauma from your body.

After seven ayahuasca sessions in the jungles of Peru, the fog that engulfed my mind lifted. I was able to sleep again and noticed improvements in my memory and less anxiety. I yearned to absorb as much knowledge as possible about these medicines and spent the next year travelling the world in search of more healers, teachers and experiences through submersion journalism.

I was drawn to try psilocybin mushrooms after reading how they reduced anxiety in terminal cancer patients. The ayahuasca showed me my main ailment was anxiety, and I knew I still had work to do to fix it.  Psilocybin mushrooms are not neurotoxic, they’re nonaddictive, and studies show they reduce anxietydepression, and even lead to neurogenesis, or the regrowth of brain cells. Why would governments worldwide keep such a profound fungi out of the reach of their people?

The curandera blesses me as I consume psilocybin mushrooms for the healing ceremony.

After Peru, I visited curanderas, or healers,  in Oaxaca, Mexico. The Mazatecs have used psilocybin mushrooms as a sacrament and medicinally for hundreds of years. Curandera Dona Augustine served me a leaf full of mushrooms during a beautiful ceremony before a Catholic alter.  As she sang thousand year-old songs, I watched the sunset over the mountainous landscape in Oaxaca and a deep sense of connectivity washed over my whole being.  The innate beauty had me at a loss for words; a sudden outpouring of emotion had me in tears. I cried through the night and with each tear a small part of my trauma trickled down my cheek and dissolved onto the forest floor, freeing me from its toxic energy.

Psilocybin mushrooms are not neurotoxic, non addictive, and a study shows they can repair brain damage from trauma.

Perhaps most astounding, the mushrooms silenced the self-critical part of my mind long enough for me to reprocess memories without fear or emotion. The mushrooms enabled me to remember one of the most terrifying moments of my career: when I was detained at gunpoint in Bahrain while filming a documentary for CNN. I had lost any detailed recollection of that day when masked men pointed guns at our heads and forced my crew and I onto the ground. For a good half an hour, I did not know whether we were going to survive.

I spent many sleepless nights desperately searching for memories of that day, but they were locked in my subconscious.  I knew the memories still haunted me because anytime I would see PTSD ‘triggers’, such as loud noises, helicopters, soldiers, or guns, a rush of anxiety and panic would flood my body.

The psilocybin was the key to unlock the trauma, enabling me to relive the detainment moment to moment, from outside of my body, as an emotionless, objective observer. I peered into the CNN van and saw my former self sitting in the backseat, loud helicopters overhead.  My producer Taryn was sitting to the right of me frantically trying to close the van door as we tried to make an escape.  I heard Taryn scream “guns!” as armed masked men jumped out of the security vehicles surrounding the van. I watched as I frantically dug through a backpack on the floor, grabbing my CNN ID card and jumping out of the van.  I saw myself land on the ground in child’s pose, dust covering my body and face. I watched as I threw my hand with the CNN badge in the air above my head yelling “CNN, CNN, don’t shoot!!”

I saw the pain in my face as the security forces threw human rights activist and dear friend Nabeel Rajab against a security car and began to harass him.  I saw the terror in my face as I glanced down at my shirt, arms in the air, praying the video cards concealed on my body wouldn’t fall onto the ground.

During the ceremony the psilocybin unlocks traumatic memories stored deep in my subconscious so I can process them and heal.  The experience is intensely introspective.

As I relived each moment of the detainment, I reprocessed each memory moving it from the “fear” folder to its new permanent home in the “safe” folder in my brain’s hard drive.

Five ceremonies with psilocybin mushrooms cured my anxiety and PTSD symptoms. The butterflies that had a constant home in my stomach have flown away.

Psychedelics are not the be-all and end-all.  For me, they were the key that opened the door to healing.  I still have to work to maintain the healing with the use of floatation tanks, meditation, and yoga.  For psychedelics to be effective, it’s essential they are taken with the right mindset in a quiet, relaxed setting conducive to healing, and that all potential prescription drug interactions are carefully researched.  It can be fatal if Ayahuasca is mixed with prescription antidepressants.

I was blessed with an inquisitive nature and a stubbornness to always question authority. Had I opted for a doctor’s script and resigned myself in the hope that things would just get better, I never would have discovered the outer reaches of my mind and heart. Had I drunk the Kool-Aid and believed that all ‘drugs’ are evil and have no healing value, I may still be in the midst of a battle with PTSD.

The Creation of Reset.me

This very world that glamorizes war, violence, commercialism, environmental destruction, and suffering has outlawed some of the most profound keys to inner peace.   The War on Drugs is not based on science.  If it was, two of the most deadly drugs on earth—alcohol and tobacco—would be illegal.  Those suffering from trauma have become victims of this failed war and have lost one of the most effective ways to heal.

Humanity has gone mad as a result.

Lyon and a scientist cut open a fish stomach to inspect for plastic litter while filming a documentary on ocean pollution.

I spent ten years witnessing the collective insanity as a journalist on the frontlines: wars, bloodshed, environmental destruction, sex slavery, lies, addiction, anger, fear.

But I had it all wrong journalistically. I had been focusing on the symptoms of an ill society, rather than attacking the root cause: unprocessed trauma.

We all have trauma.  Trauma rests in the violent criminal, the cheating spouse, the corrupt politician, those suffering from mental illness, addictions, inside those too fearful to take risks and reach their full potential.

If it’s not adequately processed and purged, trauma becomes cemented onto the hard drive of the mind, growing into a dark parasite that rears its ugly head throughout a person’s entire life.  The wounds keep us locked in a grid of fear, trapped behind a personality not true to the soul, working a mundane job rather than following a passion, repeating a cycle of abuse, destroying the environment, harming one another. The most common and severe suffering is inflicted during childhood and hijacks the driver’s seat into adulthood, steering an individual down a road deprived of happiness.  Renowned addiction expert Gabor Mate says, “The major cause of severe substance addiction is always childhood trauma.”

We live in a world full of wounds and when left untreated, they’re unceremoniously handed from one generation to the next, so the cycle of trauma continues in all its destructive brutality.

But there’s hope.  We can transform the course of humanity by collectively purging our grief and healing at the individual level, with the help of psychedelic medicines. Once we collectively heal at the individual level, we will see dramatic positive transformation in society as a whole.

I founded the website reset.me, to produce and aggregate journalism on consciousness, natural medicines, and therapies. Psychedelic explorer Terrence McKenna compared taking psychedelics to hitting the ‘reset button’ on your internal hard drive, clearing out the junk, and starting over.  I created reset.me to help connect those who need to hit the ‘reset button’ in life with journalism covering the tools that enable us to heal.

It’s a human rights crisis psychedelics are not accessible to the general population.  It’s insane that governments worldwide have outlawed the very medicines that can emancipate our souls from suffering.

It’s time we stop the madness.

This article first appeared on Reset.me and  waspublished with permission from Reset.me and the author.

Amber Lyon is an Emmy Award-winning investigative journalist, author, filmmaker, and former CNN correspondent.  Lyon created reset.me to encourage and promote journalism on natural medicines and therapies for depression, anxiety, stress, PTSD, addiction, and other health conditions.  Reset.me strives to help expand consciousness, enhance spirituality and well-being.

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Desertrat
Desertrat
June 20, 2014 12:46 pm

Different strokes for different folks. Glad it worked for her. Fits in with my attitude of, “If it works, it’s good.”

I’ve had a fair share of scary and life-threatening experiences. I just wrote them off as learning experiences. Add to the wisdom, but don’t dwell on them. I’ve always believed in the advice of Satchel Paige: “Don’t look back. Somebody might be gaining.”

IndenturedServant
IndenturedServant
June 20, 2014 12:48 pm

Shrooms and acid are just fun x 1000! It’s been 29 years since I had that kind of fun but I remember it like it was yesterday! If you’re bummed out about other peoples problems then acid and shrooms will fix that, for about 6-8 hours at a time anyway. And if you have a bad trip you’ll think you narrowly avoided being one of those people with problems before you recover! Either way it gives you a whole new perspective on life!

Stucky
Stucky
June 20, 2014 12:49 pm

That was like reading a Timothy Leary screed; “Turn on, tune in, drop out”. Cheech & Chong give this article a thumbs up.

Zara is a Wildebeast.

I recall a show where it was said you don’t want to piss off a Wildebeast. They have a long memory, and have a lust for revenge … piss them off and they’ve been known to stalk the offender for many days and hundreds of miles. Also, they constantly emit low moans and if disturbed, snort explosively. In other words ….. Zara.

You posted this article for only one reason; to piss off SSS. Well done.

Dutchman
Dutchman
June 20, 2014 12:57 pm

Amber Lyon…. I’d hit that.

bb
bb
June 20, 2014 12:58 pm

I S ,thank you for sharing. Now I know why you are so FUCKED UP .You destroyed your brain in your wonder years. Probably why you ended up in Alaska.

Stucky
Stucky
June 20, 2014 1:05 pm

“mushrooms …. studies show they reduce anxiety, depression, ” ——— from the article

Filed under “No shit, Sherlock”

However, too much relaxation can be a bad thing.
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Bostonbob
Bostonbob
June 20, 2014 1:07 pm

AHHHH! Mushrooms. What can I say. Many a fine afternoon at UMass tripping to Pink Floyd, but I doubt they regenerated any brain cells. You have to be careful, as always plan your trip in advance to avoid the messy bad trip. Someplace comfortable, good music, a little weed, and beer for when you are coming down. I mean that’s what I’ve heard.
Bob.

IndenturedServant
IndenturedServant
June 20, 2014 1:29 pm

I noticed right away that bad trip or good trip was directly linked to the mood you were in at the time of ingestion. If you were mad, upset, uncertain…..bad trip! If you were happy, upbeat and ready for a good time then stand the fuck back because GOOD trip was on the way diRECTly!

We never “sat around” doing acid either. We rode buses, trains, subways and went partying in places like Arguellas and Calle Orense in Madrid, Spain which were both areas of wall to wall clubs of every persuasion. Damn, what a time we had! Unreal! On the island of Ibiza we rented motorcycles and cruised every inch of that place while frying on acid! A good time was had by all!

Tim
Tim
June 20, 2014 1:36 pm

I just want to say I listened to this interview with this woman on the Joe Rogan podcast. It was very insightful and she presented herself as a very smart woman and not just doing the drugs, errr…..medicine for kicks and grins.

Zara – You & I are roughly a generation apart, or maybe half a generation, but who’s counting, but I think you and I have a lot in common.

Listen to the podcast with Amber and I think you’ll enjoy it.

Stucky
Stucky
June 20, 2014 1:38 pm

“In my opinion, psychedelics probe your mind and force you to look at yourself through a different lens than your ego” ———– Zara

What a Royal Crock Of Shit. (So solly)

Neurons croaking, synapses misfiring, not knowing up from down, not being able to find your dick with two hands, losing contact with reality ……….. oh, yeah, what a great fuckin way to see yourself.

You want to see your true self? Lose everything you love. That will clear things up in a hurry.

BUCKHED
BUCKHED
June 20, 2014 1:39 pm

Back in the 70’s I was a travel agent for Acid Trips .

I did shrooms,Dr Feel Good,Blotter and Peyote back in the 70’s…it was all good. The problem was I was told that taking acid could give me “Flash Backs “…at least according to the government .

Well..I never had a flash back…those lying bastards in government cheated and lied to me again !

IndenturedServant
IndenturedServant
June 20, 2014 1:46 pm

Stcky said:
“Neurons croaking, synapses misfiring, not knowing up from down, not being able to find your dick with two hands, losing contact with reality ……….. oh, yeah, what a great fuckin way to see yourself.”

Damn Stucky, either you know not what you’re talking about or whatever you took was not acid or shrooms. Sounds like you were poisoned!

Administrator
Administrator
  IndenturedServant
June 20, 2014 2:05 pm

IS

That was how Stuck felt after eating at Wendy’s.

yahsure
yahsure
June 20, 2014 1:47 pm

Like Pot, It’s a freedom issue. If this makes her happy and help’s her…. Is she hurting anyone?

IndenturedServant
IndenturedServant
June 20, 2014 1:54 pm

BUCKHED, I always like the names of acid. We had Conan the Barbarian, Stained Glass (windowpane), Tweety Bird and Russian Roulette among others. These were the names of the stuff in Spain which actually came from Amsterdam.

IndenturedServant
IndenturedServant
June 20, 2014 2:10 pm

LOL admin……..you’re right!

Stucky
Stucky
June 20, 2014 2:40 pm

“Damn Stucky, either you know not what you’re talking about or whatever you took was not acid or shrooms.” ———– IndenturedServant

I’m going to have to go with — “you know not what you’re talking about”.

Pot, hashish. That was ALL I ever did.

I can’t believe how many Trippers we have here. Fuckin’ hippie heaven.

TE
TE
June 20, 2014 2:53 pm

Interesting and makes me wish I had the ability to travel forth and learn for myself.

As for tripping in the USA, stay the hell away from LSD or “Acid.”

LSD was manufactured for the government, by the pharmaceutical/chemical (military) industries.

Thanks, but no.

Peyote, ‘shrooms, etc., made by God.

I know whom I trust, and it isn’t the Military-Anti-Drug-Complex.

Anyway, yes, you must feel secure. You must be secure. You must be ready to cope with whatever comes your way.

No wonder why so many are petrified. My guess is that 90% of Americans will fight to the death to stop change from happening. No way would any of them “open their minds.”

Mr. Leary was onto something with the Tune in, tune out stuff. This world is a trip, a little plant surely couldn’t make it any worse.

ThePessimisticChemist
ThePessimisticChemist
June 20, 2014 2:57 pm

From a chemical standpoint, LSD and its ilk truly do invert your perspective on life. It can make up seem like down, and let you see sounds while hearing purple.

I can only imagine unfortunately, though I’d love to try it some day. I could make it myself easily enough, but I have zero desire to go to max prison because I wanted to cook myself some LSD.

BUCKHED
BUCKHED
June 20, 2014 3:06 pm

IndenturedServant….I forgot about Windowpane…did that too and Purple Microdot….hmmm wonder if I’ll have flashbacks reminding of other crap I did ?

BUCKHED
BUCKHED
June 20, 2014 3:07 pm

Zara….we did Strawberry Mescaline

Bostonbob
Bostonbob
June 20, 2014 3:18 pm

Z,
I had a friend who was a health nut who grew mushrooms. He did not trust any else’s. I bought a pound dried. An entire paper shopping bag full for about $250 dollars. You could never do that many mushrooms in a life time, maybe two, but it was a fun summer. Traded the remainder for a big TV. I always felt you needed a couple of weeks to recover from a trip. I had a roommate at UMass who over did it an has never been the same, damn shame and a waste. His degree was in computer science in the early 1980’s. He could have been rich instead he lives in a trailer in the woods.

Bob.

dilligaf
dilligaf
June 20, 2014 3:25 pm

“He could have been rich instead he lives in a trailer in the woods.” — Bostonbob

It could be said he did just enough.

Iska Waran
Iska Waran
June 20, 2014 3:34 pm

Acid & shrooms are fun until somebody starts listening to their dog telling them to cut their own dick off. If you’re going to do them, hide the knives and write yourself a note: “remember, you can’t really fly”. Knew a guy who tried to swim across the Mississippi on acid. The funeral was really sad.

Bostonbob
Bostonbob
June 20, 2014 3:50 pm

Iska,
The trick was to get into your good place, whatever that is. I had friends that would come to me to trip with because they always had a good trip when I set it up. Like I said before you have to prepare for a good trip. Never had a bad one, came close driving around in the dark on acid once with a group of friends. It kicked in a little sooner than I had expected, once I got to my safe place all was well. Had a kid I was working with at the Ground Round hand me what he told me was T, a synthetic THC, turned to be micro dot. I was flying for hours working as the line cook, laughing my ass off. To this day I don’t know how I did it, I was about 16 or 17.Still not a bad trip.

Z,
What you say about shrooms is probably true. I used to have a theory that you only had so many trip cells and you had to let them build up. Kinda stupid now, but it still works out the same. Funny I have never tripped since I got out of college. Thought about it, but never did.
Bob.

flash
flash
June 20, 2014 6:22 pm

I’d do a shroom with her…just for alleviating my anxiety mind you.

Iska Waran
Iska Waran
June 20, 2014 6:32 pm

Bostonbob,

I know. We always started off in our good place, but ended up climbing the college radio tower. Two things that should never be in the same sentence: acid and radio tower. Three thing that should never be in the same sentence: acid, radio tower and blizzard. Oh well. everybody’s gotta go somehow.

IndenturedServant
IndenturedServant
June 20, 2014 7:10 pm

One of the crazier things we did on acid was drive this old SEAT car through freshly plowed fields as fast as we could……at night……..with the passenger door open and try to kill rabbits with the big thick cologne bottle we had in the car. When sober it made no sense at all but while high on acid it was a great way to burn through a tank of gas. We probably ran over more rabbits on accident that we ever killed with the bottle and we spent HOURS looking for that damn cologne bottle in the dark. The whole time we were laughing like maniacs. Of course we had to stop once in awhile to smoke a joint and drink some more beer.

SSS
SSS
June 20, 2014 8:43 pm

“SSS will love this article.”
—-Zara

Well, no (and I realize you were being sarcastic), but thanks for thinking of me.

Hope you enjoyed tripping out.

TE
TE
June 20, 2014 8:55 pm

I knew a Vietnam Vet that lived in a nearby town from where I grew up. A very good friend of mine was family and I went with him to check-in/visit quite a few times. The vet was living with his mom and on disability (back when disability wouldn’t pay a 20/30 something enough money to not live with mom). He left sugar cubes sitting all around his house and said that Jesus would come and turn them into acid so that he could “forget that shit.”

The docs and his mom blamed his breakdown and disability on the acid. Personally I think it was more war wounds and the fact he (allegedly) took dozens of hits of acid attempting to kill himself. Silly rabbit, LSD normally isn’t fatal to your body, just to your brain synapses if you are that stupid/desperate to take a large amount. Just like with prescription meds, or cooking, you can always add more, but you surely can’t easily take away too much. Sad, really sad. But not truly the acid’s fault, anymore than it is the water’s fault if you can’t swim and jump out of your boat.

Anyway, reading this has me reminiscing about the “good ole days.” Actually, the less government, more understanding of human and teen nature society, when I was 6 foot tall and bulletproof.

Those days, those youthful indiscretions, are long gone. I have no idea of the severity of laws concerning these drugs now. I do know I’d never have more on me than I could safely eat all at once.

As if I’d ever have the cojones to do them again. Ah youth. How I miss you.

Thanks for the stories guys, loving them.

el Coyote
el Coyote
June 20, 2014 9:02 pm

Stucky says:

“I can’t believe how many Trippers we have here. Fuckin’ hippie heaven.”

I was in grade school during the hippie era. I understand these are the same assholes that fucked up America.

el Coyote
el Coyote
June 20, 2014 9:07 pm

TE says:

“As if I’d ever have the ovaries to do them again.” There, I fixed it for you.

TE
TE
June 20, 2014 9:16 pm

Nope, not ovaries. I believe in dualities. I believe that nature/God made things to equal out. Yin/Yang, male/female, mom/dad.

Women, being the ones tasked with continuing the human race, are inherently less apt to risky behavior.

This modern world has disconnected many from this, but doesn’t mean it isn’t still true.

So cojones. When I was doing stupid things back in my youth, it was 99% of the time as the only set of ovaries amongst many boys.

I have three brothers, but as the oldest, and the only one interested in working on cars, laying tile in the bathroom, and hunting, I tended to hang with the guys.

Duality. And I’m not normal.

Though my cojones are figurative, I wear them proudly.

el Coyote
el Coyote
June 20, 2014 9:49 pm

Shut down like a common cur, I shall exit, stage left.
Your cojones, figurative though they be, are a set to be respected.

Leobeer
Leobeer
June 20, 2014 9:52 pm

“Jobless claims jump to a 3 month high”

WTF, Jobless claims take drugs too !

bb
bb
June 21, 2014 12:15 am

Leosuds, If jobless jump off a cliff are you going to do?

Leobeer
Leobeer
June 21, 2014 2:29 am

bird brain, why would I care ?

SSS
SSS
June 21, 2014 12:09 pm

Zara

You forgot to point out this psychedelic success story.

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el Coyote
el Coyote
June 21, 2014 3:48 pm

This same premise has been exploited in comicbooks, a substance magnifies a person’s inate qualities.
My buddy Renfro said alcohol only allows a person to do things he wanted to do sober.
But cutting off my dick and taking a flying leap is something I never want to do.