The EvR0ck Continuum

I'd be homeless on 34th street at rush hour, and I'd see all these functional citizens on their way to work at Google or some hedge fund...wherever they go. They purposefully walked with their vente lattes, their airpods and their iPhones.  I just hated these people, with their NPR tote bags, their places to be and their good reasons to be there. I was just jealous, I had none of those things I wanted Instagram, Spotify, coffee and somewhere to be. I didn't have anything. I hadn't been sleeping or eating and I was just angry with these people, how dare they?

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Since I was thinking about that 3am Dead show at the first Bonnaroo I went to, here's a little festival tale, about the farm in Tennessee. I spent all of Thursday (the day before the festival started) wandering around the huge site  with a handle of Jack Daniel's, welcoming everyone to my high school graduation party. I must have gotten pretty drunk, cause I passed out in a camping chair and pissed my pants. My good friends thought it would be a great idea to stick lsd gel tabs to my face during my bourbon slumber. I woke up with little purple gelatin squares all over my face, feeling strange.  Bonnaroo is a no holds barred drug circus, and I was using MDMA as a dietary supplement. I would be on 4 or 5 substances at once, tripping around in love with love.  I met the southern kid with pints of raw ether. " the ether is in its own tent in case it explodes, bro" It made perfect sense. I soaked bounty paper towels in raw ether and hunter thompsoned around the...

pjc 4/15/85- 4/3/05  When I was 19 I lost a dear friend to a drunk driving accident. Since today is his birthday I'd like to write about one of the most idyllic tines in my life.  I want to write about the summer before his passing, the summer after I had squeaked out of high school, the summer when I had a new best friend. Pat j. Corbett and I bonded at Bonnaroo 2004 at The Dead show that was postponed until about 3 am  due to tornado warning. The show was properly psychedelic and pat and I were quite psychedelically inclined. We navigated the scary spacey stuff of the 2nd set  as a duo  until it landed into the joyous roll of "Franklin's Tower." We survived the improvisational psychedelic set 2 skull fuck together and became inseparable. "If you get confused listen to the music play"- "Franklin's Tower", The Grateful fucking Dead When the 8-10 friends that I went to the festival with got home we were electrified  by the shared exp...

I'm so in love with music. My best friend let me on his Spotify family plan and my ma sent me some big 70's looking headphones, and I'm in the zone. I could just drink coffee and listen to music for days on end and be perfectly entertained. Spotify is my single favorite part of the smartphone age, it's like this infinite crate of records I can dig around in for as long as I want. I love making playlists, especially for loved ones. Taste in music Is probably my best asset. I can talk about it forever. I watched the John Cusack movie "high fidelity" on the flight to London when I was 13, and I completely identified with the main character and his obsession with music. He was passionate about making mixtapes, and I'm so with that. My life is so fucked up, but I can handle it because I have all this music. That's how I stay alive. https://youtu.be/EasggLRKyyA Playlists are the mixtape of the iPhone age, I'll make you one if you want. Ev.pen...

Note:  no names have been changed to protect the innocent. Supportive housing in NYC is when people with a history of mental illness and homelessness basically get a free shared apartment with a roommate. Sounds good right? Well, my roommate  was Antonio, a  450 pound 26 year old kid who never left the apartment for anything, even ordering grub hub from the dunkin donuts that was visible from the front door of our building. He didn't even go to the bathroom to urinate, using jars in his room.  When we moved in during the spring, I was mentally in a pretty good place, about a year sober. I was into self improvement and self care. It was hard to be paired up with this young man who had no drive to do anything but play fortnite and collect disability checks.  I thought at first that I could be helpful to him, but he started talking to me like some employee who's job it was to go brave the outside world for his cheeseburgers. I am not the one. I blame no...