Every Friday my teenage daughter packs my lunch for work. Once or twice a year (usually in summer) she spikes my peppermint tea with psilocybin. I find out about a half hour after I’m done eating! I quietly clean my desk, close my briefcase and tell my boss that I just vomited in the bathroom and need to head home. I call my wife and tell her I have to work late.
Today (!) I walked down to the river and sat, leaning against a tree, staring at the sunlight dancing on the water and the ants working all around me until it got dark and the moon could walk me home.
I quietly stepped into the apartment and tapped my daughter’s shoulder. She looked up and took out her earbuds. “Thanks!” I whispered. “Sure,” she sparkled. I headed for the fridge and made a perfect peanut butter sandwich! Then I lied down on the carpet nose to nose with Trix (our sweet mutt) and rested my hand on the back of her soft head while staring at her twitching face. I woke up in the dark, alone, under a blanket my mom crocheted for us. I pulled the blanket over my head and fell back to sleep.
I was invited to decorate a drug rehab center in Copenhagen. It was super cool to install
framed inks on their first floor and BIG canvases up on the 2nd floor. Enjoy the show here. Email
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