In this scene from American: The Bill Hicks Story, Bill Hicks’ friends David Johndrow and Kevin Booth describe a mushroom trip where the three buddies encountered peace, love, and interdimensional beings.
You never see a positive drug story on the news. They always have the same LSD story. You’ve all seen it:
“Today a young man on acid … thought he could fly … jumped out of a building … what a tragedy!” What a dick. He’s an idiot. If he thought he could fly, why didn’t he take off from the ground first? Check it out? You don’t see geese lined up to catch elevators to fly south; they fly from the fucking ground. He’s an idiot. He’s dead. Good! We lost a moron? Fucking celebrate. There’s one less moron in the world.
Wouldn’t you like to see a positive LSD story on the news?
To base your decision on information rather than scare tactics and superstition?
Perhaps? Wouldn’t that be interesting? Just for once?
“Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration – that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There’s no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we’re the imagination of ourselves.”