Just had a college kid ring on my door. He was offering me a free doorbell camera, and all I had to do was let him put his company's signs up in the yard.
I don't know about y'all, but that's suspicious as fuck to me. I've never even heard of the company.
Fellow Goats, where ever you are, I want you all to know that I am thankful for you. This little corner of the internet keeps me grounded. You all reassure me that I'm not alone in the way I view this world. You share your thoughts, your humor, your music, and your support with me and you do it without expecting anything in return. Thank you. I hope everyone who reads this has a great day today, I myself have much to be grateful for. I just wanted you all to know that you are counted in that list. Happy Thanksgiving guys.
One week ago, exactly, I was beginning to come back from a psychedelic experience. I had taken one hit of blue pyramid shaped gel tab lsd of unknown strength. The setting was a bluegrass festival I was at with my wife. To be specific, we were in a hammock in a natural amphitheater, listening to music we both love.
Just as a side note, I experience music different than most people I think. I have an emotional response to it, I don't listen to it so much as I can feel it. As a result, I'm extremely careful about what kind of music I will consume.
Back to my story. The acid was way stronger than I had imagined or anticipated. About an hour in I found myself uncontrollably sobbing my eyes out. I wasn't sad, but it was as if a floodgate had opened and my heart poured out. For the last week, I couldn't listen to music without my eyes welling up with tears. It still feels different, not bad but just a lot more intense, but at least my eyes aren't leaking.
Don't worry, fellas. I'm still as racist as ever and I still hate kikes. I just needed to get that off my chest.
I don't drink soda or energy drinks normally, but this stuff is the tits. Highly recommend if you need a pick me up. I feel like the cordyceps turn my brain on. It's sugar, corn syrup, and aspartame free. Thought you fuckers should know about it.
One man band Ben Prestige.
Everything you hear is made by Mr Ben. Now, I wouldn't call him a personal friend but we've shared flasks a few times and we hail from common ground. Give it a listen.
