I couldn’t stand it anymore and had to go to Lone Pine in the eastern California Sierras. I go there to yank cold-blooded creatures out of their natural environment. Taking advantage of their voracious appetites and fascination with bright, flashy shining objects, I tempt them with food wherein are hidden barbed hooks, with which I snare them and suffocate them in a hostile atmosphere, for the sole purpose of consuming their flesh. This fiendish pursuit is more commonly known as fishing. And eating fresh State of California Department of Fish and Game recently planted rainbow trout is sumptuous delight.
Well, the fishing was good, and so were the hallucinations. These three pages from my psychedelic journal chronicle the event and are posted for your edification
There you have it and there it is. I was looking over this post and realized: damn, I have an issue with work. I think more fishing and less work is the answer. Hallucinations optional.