They pass by me. Three of them. Clad in miniskirts, pink as a rose and slutty as a sorority party, down to the cantina bar. I stare at them, adorned in their slutty beauty as they scanter past me down to the cantina bar to do whatever. I don't care. They're just passing pieces of eye candy, another few faces in the crowd of gorgeous collegiate women jaunting around this town looking to lose some time and some brain cells (and hopefully have some fun doing so) before the sun rises and they have to go from fun to frantic as they realize that they should have been drowning their sorrows in their textbooks instead of tequila. I give them a quick glance, following them with my beady semetic eyes as they cross the street and enter the depths of the cantina bar, never to return to my gaze again.

The light turns red and the orangey red open palm glowing on the screen accross the street turns into a white pedestrian. It is time to cross the street. I saddle myself in my steed of 5 years, my bicycle Thelonius and sally forth accross the street. In the middle of the road a man whips around the corner going god-knows how fast over the speed limit, shouting some vile thing in a thick oriental accent to me sounding faintly like "F*ck the haters I LOVE YOU ALLLLL" and nearly side swipes Thelonius and I clean off the road. God do I hate these Fast and Furious Florida drivers... They drive like jousting knights without a drop of fear, with no respect for both traffic laws and human life. By some mysterious grace of god, he misses us and slams on the accelerator, upping his charge from speeding to reckless driving in a matter of seconds. I scramble to the other edge of the street, put down my dinner (a 3/4 pound hamburger with a slurry of sauces and a torrent of toppings, most of which shouldnt belong on a hamburger anyway accompanied by an artery clogging quantity of super salted french fries-The American Dream) and flick that monstrosity of a man off as a car whips out from a back alley, sirens blazing, ready to make him pay for his crimes against humanity. I laugh maniacly and ride off into the night as fast as Thelonius can carry me.

Oh wait... I recognized that face. Earlier today I had a chemistry lab and was assisted by a wonderful asian TA. He spoke with that same thick oriental accent and was oh so helpful in assisting me with the lab work. Oh well. He was good while he lasted. Hopefully the university will help post his bond so that way he can help me again next week. Selah, brother.

Hills. Hills everywhere. This campus is one massive hill sloping downward. The restaurant was on the north side of campus-the top of the hill. 'Twas a long and lengthy ride from my dormitory near the bottom of the hill at 12 at night to one of the few places within a 2 mile radius of my abode. As I am speeding down the slope at a breakneck velocity I realize that there is something rising within my heart-a song. Not just any song but the greatest song ever to emerge from my cold warm and fuzzy blood pumping heart. And so i sang...

Somewhere
Over the rainbow
Way up high....
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby...

Somewhere over the rainbow
Blue birds fly
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Dreams really do come true

Someday i'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me

Soomewhere over the rainbow
bluebirds fly.
And the dream that you dare to....
Ohy why, Oh why can't I????

If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,
Why oh why cant I!!?!?!?!?!?!?

As I was singing this a little songbird of serenity appeared in my neonatal cortex and warmed my shrilly cold heart. I was free. I was pure. I was... human? NO I was a great gator. I plumet down the hill begging for the sweet release of a trip to the hospital so that way I would have some time to catch up on my courses. But hey, that's probably my anxiety acting up. Nope. I don't want a trip to the hospital. Not in this sleep and food deprived state i'm in. I gotta get back to the home base and go to bed. OK. That's the master plan. Have fun. Keep on singing this blasted song over and over again, and hopefully one of the dozens of acacia simplex seeds i have planted in the woods behind the dorm will sprout and become a beautiful tree ripe for the picking and a patch of psilocybes will materialize under its great trunk, ripe for the picking. Oh, nature you crazy cat. How much I wish I could simply merge with the spirit of the forest, abandon this monkey-brained shell of a body I have had the misfortune of being born with, and become the succulent soul of the forest I know I am.

Oh. I'm Here. Dorm sweet dorm. I stumble up the steps carrying my hard won and transported food to my room, ready to chow down inspired to write about my journey on this oh so fine website we call the dmt nexus. But wait... Oh no....

Oh Noo......

Oh NOO.....

OH MY SWEET ALLAH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I FORGOT THE RELISH FOR MY FRENCH FRIES.

It probably would be adding insult to injury to say that I got my food from a burger joint called Relish. Alas, after a hectic night where Antigone, Peruvian Torch, Laundry, and several hours worth of chemistry studying combine to make a stressicane of pure unadulterated stress-filled collegiate hecticness everyone seems to call the best four years of their lives, my mind may not have been in the best place to remember the relish.

My roomate was sleeping when I got in, passed out like a light as I tiptoed in. I had no time for sleep. Serious psychonauts like me can't afford sleep, especially after eating a whole bunch of cactus, getting hypoglycemic and crabby feeling, and spending 3 hours doing a combination of chemistry, antigone, laundry and hunger satisfying. Being a human being with the heart of a great blue whale who just ate a few ounces of mescal I took my buisiness to the common room and decided to write about my journey.

We arrive now at this present scene. I am still hammering away at the keyboard in a much better mood. The afterglow seems to be interfering with sleep but so be it. Passionflower is one heckuva sleepy drug. I can manage this guys, I swear to the spirit of the cactus.

Relish the moment and savor the day. One never knows what condiments the next day shall bring,
-Godsmacker