Meet Dr. Ecstacy

Wow, this guy invented 2000 psychedelic compounds. Including MDMA (ecstacy).

The head of the DEA was actually married in his backyard. But they eventually fell out with him after he published a book explaining how to re-create some of these compounds.

TWO. THOUSAND.

It probably says something about me that, when I think about retirement, I am thinking...

Travel: You know, go to India or whatever.

Take psychedelics. I need to keep a file on those I would like to take, eventually.

You know, I'm responsible. I'll put my kids through college first before I start consuming ayahuasca in the Peruvian amazon or whatever. 

It's true that my brain is probably like Swiss cheese now, from those few years in college where I did experiment a bit with psychedelics.  It will probably make me more doddering as an elderly person. If not outright vegetable-like.

But hey, what's life all about anyway?

And you might not believe me, but my interest is scientific, in a sense. Come on! I want to write a book.  What can I say? I'm curious. Time sped up? Time slowed down? Doesn't that sound kind of fun?

I'm planning on keeping it to primarily natural compounds, ones taken by the locals in steamy jungles without apparently permanent long term harm. I'll find one of those old peyote guys and see if he still remembers where his house is. If he does then what the hell.

I don't really want to take the one that he describes as giving him ‘’one of the most delicious blends of inflation, paranoia and selfishness that I have ever experienced.'’

OK, I know you probably can't relate.

Every once in a while my husband and I have one of those starry eyed 'you are so perfect for me' moments. Like when we talked about our childhood obsession with the old Star Trek. Or when we both realize how much we liked LSD in our youth. (We were out of that phase before our early twenties, when we met.)

He'd totally go for it. And it's not even in our wedding vows or anything.