I have a confession to make, and it may be shocking coming from a writer. I’ve never used drugs. I had a brother who did and some of what happened scared the shit out of me. That, and my father was a professional alcoholic. “The First Time,” recently published on Dali’s LoveChild , is based on a couple of reflections. A while back a friend invited me to try hallucinogenic mushrooms, as a spiritual experience. I politely refused, but wondered what would have happened if I had. You see, growing up in an alcoholic family, you never know what is normal. I thought the kinds of things involving guns and beer were typical. You mean you don’t do this at your house? I went to a bar for the first time before I was five. But my concern is deeper. I don’t know what reality is. If I tried shrooms, would I become trapped in an alternate reality? What if they never wore off? Sometimes I’m just not very brave. ...
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