I just got back from the Rainbow Family of Living Light annual gathering in New Mexico, where I did a story about runaway teenagers with Ms. Cahana. It was sublime! Like warp 9 at least! I'm not sure what my favourite moment was, but I've narrowed it down to a few:
- Above photo. No explanation needed.
- Camping with Raw Foodists (broiling is oppressive!)
- Listening to a naked transgendered priestess muse about how "one day we will ride the buffalo, because they will let us" outside my tent
- Having my palm read by Jimmy, a psychopathic psychic who told me that "everything I ever believed will be taken away from me"
- Having Jimmy apologize for upsetting me, then having him tell me he loves me and that I am a "highly sexual" person
- Inappropriately making out with an 18 year old boy beneath a buffalo parka
Anyway, now I am back in Toronto and, having just motored through a 2 litre bucket of vanilla ice cream, I am caught in a pit of desperate despair and alienation. How the fuck am I suppose to put this experience into a 500 word article? I was hanging out with children who had tattoos on their FACES. I am not NEARLY cool enough to turn that into a worthy story!
Also, I have made one significant realization for the purpose of this blog: Hippies do not like Star Trek. Is this a universal truth? Or is it just Rainbow hippies? I even tried to get in with the youth by dropping some Spock bombs and was met only with the slightly vacant stares of drug laced adolescents.
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