fisherman bob wrote:I don't know about this. If some poor slob walked onto your property wearing a brown coat and brown pants, and you were high or drunk, you might be draining some unlucky bastard right about now....
LMAO!
I don't drink at home very often, bob. I've got a bottle of vodka in my freezer that's been there for 2 years or more. I have the rare bottle of wine that I always share with the wife & son on special occasions, or a cpl beers when I cook chili or grill stuff, but I'm not much of a drinker, really. I took a 6 pack to STICKS last night, but left 2 of them there, & I was there for 5 hours.
I have enough sense to know better than to mix cordite & booze.
If I EVER get so messed up that I can't tell the difference between a man & a deer at less than 50 feet, I'm gonna give away my guns!
That's one thing about me that I've often wondered about - I think it's the fear of madness. I really have strong reservations about getting messed up. I think it's this fright that has kept me from hallucinating when I took some of the heavier drugs way back when. I never feel safe enough to let go like that. It seems I strive for lucidity even when I'm looking for that vision. So I quit doing those things that might make me go a lil crazy, cuz it's like I'm fighting with myself when I do them.
I'd still like to try that ayahuasca, though...although the idea of a 9 to 11 hour trip is something that scares the living hell out of me. I think it might actually do me some good, on some level, to know that I CAN let go & live through it without losing my mind...