Introduction

This is a fiction. I say that because anyone who knows me personally will recognize a number of the characters, including the narrator who is loosely based on me. And indeed, many of the characters are based on people I know. (Though not the ones some would suspect based on the naming--for example, the girls Rain and Sunshine...while I do know and love two girls named Rain and Sunshine, neither really correspond more than in a very remote fashion with the girls who appear in this story, being more figments of my imagination than any other characters in the story, probably. I just really dug the names.)

This is a fictionalized account of a young college student being initiated into the realm of psychedelic foods and drugs. In the back of my mind, I have a fantasy of this being the anti-Go Ask Alice. And also a travelogue through the more bizarre realms of human consciousness.

The experiences which the characters have are also fictionalized, composites of my own and those of others in the manner of Alan Watts's The Joyous Cosmology is a composite of his experiences. Of course, there is no evidence for me having ever committed these acts besides this information which could easily have been forged by a crafty hacker, and which cannot be considered admissible.

I must include the following disclaimer, though--

1. I do not endorse, recommend, sanction, etc. illegal activities. This is not to be taken as a commandment or urging to go out and break laws. If you break a law and get caught, it's your fault, not mine. Don't be stupid. (Unfortunately, it is currently very difficult to determine exactly what is and isn't illegal. But a recent bill seeks to clear that up, a bill introduced which would make any product claiming to make you feel good a drug. "Hey! You in the car! Put down that Vitamin C tab and come out with your hands up?" "Sir, this person was in possession of a large quantity of Vitamin B12."--"You depraved drug fiend! You make me sick! I call this possession with intent to sell! We're haulin yer ass to jail for a long, long time." "Alright, Special Unit. Don't bust him until he swallows the orange juice." Such is the result of Congressional Action, I suppose.)
2. I am in possession of absolutely no illegal substances, nor do I know where I could get any. Please don't ask.
3. I have no future plans to ever commit an illegal act, nor will I make any.

Now, onto the story. Enjoy, and feel free to send comments.

• Outline for those of you that want to spoil the surprise.
• Chapter 0--My Adventure Begins
• Chapter 1--Turning On