We parked near school and he grabbed his book-bag as I moved over to the drivers seat, and I wished my son well with his audition. Anticipating my concern he replied, "Thanks... and I'll do some LSD after that." Like father, like son, it's been a long strange trip.
Psychedelic-assisted therapy has not only proven effective in alleviating terminally ill patients' anxiety, but has also yielded promising results in treating a variety of intractable psychological conditions over the years.
It's hard to mistake the Magic Bus for any other vehicle that departs from San Francisco's touristy Union Square. The psychedelic colors that wind around the former school bus make it perfectly clear that this is a ride back in time. To the 1960s, to be exact.
Fifty years after Tom Wolfe documented that epic LSD trip on a bus called "Further," a new breed of scientists is attempting once again to put Schedule I drugs into words (peer-reviewed ones, thankfully). The rigorous and careful exploration of these substances points to four key benefits.
We were in my cramped, dingy bedroom in the Mission District flat I shared with three other San Francisco State students in that spring of 1967. "What's that?" I asked of tablets in a baggie she held up to me. "Acid," Ruth replied.
Don't look now, but something important just happened on Mad Men. A major character, someone with real talent in the field, just rejected advertising. Someone who happens to be ad guru Don Draper's bright and shiny new wife.
He expected her to wait for him, but she's a modern woman and she can get home on her own. It's telling that she doesn't expect him to come back for her, or does she just not want to be there when he does?