Velociworld

TOMORROW NEVER KNOWS

I have not done a hallucinogen of any type in 22 years. This is a good thing. I do not react well to LSD, or even the lesser natural mind benders such as mescaline, mushrooms, or peyote. I don't need that shit, and I don't miss it. At all. And yet, whenever I hear Tomorrow Never Knows I have a gut instinct to CALL SOMEONE. And SCORE SOMETHING. I have no idea why. I don't know anyone that would even know anyone who might know where such things could be procured.

It's a knee-jerk reaction, I guess. Why? Again, I have no idea. Maybe it's an Aldous Huxley thing. Mortality's bitter coil. Middle age is the point in life when you SEE the end of the rainbow, and wonder why you wanted to see that in the first place. There lies Styx, and Charon, and the Netherworld. Bony fingers demanding the coins from your eyes for passage.

Seeing your children grow up, and mature, and become cooler than you. That's a bitter nut. So maybe there's a jones for a little journey back to hipness. I don't know.

I DO know I'm glad my kids don't read the Velociblog. The archives will be my record, my gift to them. Like the Phantom Chronicles, non? And I can revisit them at whim.

Maybe not. That's kind of scary.