I was a couple strong beers in when I reached over for my friend’s vaporizer and took several drags. It was pretty psychedelic.

I had the very strange joy of driving a Hillary Clinton rally with a van full of cannabis activists.

“Ya I love it, good taste. Fresh!” I had no idea what I’m doing.

We would have only one chance to intercept Hillary Clinton in the parking lot.

What if honest drug education, harm reduction, long term integration, and acknowledging risks, took the place of propaganda?

Activists have started creating new spaces for healing, acceptance, heightened consciousness, and fun—a completely legitimate reason to do anything, especially get high.

Timothy Tyler, was serving a double-life sentence without the possibility of parole for selling LSD.

“Ralph, have you ever done LSD?” Of course, my dad’s speaking to a policeman, and it’s the 70’s, and my dad hadn’t done LSD.

“Let It Happen” by Tame Impala came on as if there was a switch inside my brain where the drug started working.

We passed out the tabs of acid, we toasted, and we dropped. And then suddenly, up we went. I stood up, gingerly putting my weight on my right leg. And...nothing. No pain. No tenderness. I was invincible.