I woke up at my girlfriend’s apartment around 8:30 a.m.
Last year I had introduced my girl to a friend of mine who was into plant medicine and psychedelics. We actually went to a psychedelic retreat at his house. She would get mushrooms from him occasionally to help her with microdosing and sometimes her and I would eat mushrooms together.
My girlfriend had been talking to him lately and when we broke up for a week he had offered to do a DMT ceremony with her and then afterwards do mushrooms and ecstasy with her.
Ultimately he was trying to fuck my girlfriend. Even though her and I had broken up briefly, he knew we had been together for quite a while. I was pretty upset about this. My girlfriend seemed to be disgusted with the fact that he was trying to take advantage of her, especially under the guise of the healing attributes of plant medicine. I decided to see how this develops, although I was boiling under my cool facade.
Because my girlfriend wanted DMT I contacted a few friends and I sourced DMT from another friend of mine.
It was a hot day so when I drove to meet him my car overheated while my friend and I were talking in a parking lot and I was idling. This is the second time this has happened with this car and it only happens on hot days when I’m idling. I saw the smoke coming out of the engine so I open the hood. I used one of my shirts to open the cap which exploded like a geyser. I was quick to remove my hand and did not get burnt. Luckily my friend took me to AutoZone to get some more antifreeze.
I drove back to give my girl the DMT. I then rode my bike to the Lowell train station. I took a train to North Station and then I rode my bike to South Station and took a train to Quincy. There were terrible rain storms and I couldn’t ride my bike from the train station to the protest.
I ended up looking on my phone and finding the bus that would drop me off where the protest was. I waited over a half hour for the bus to arrive. While I was waiting for the bus to arrive at the train station I spoke with an African American man. He had two wolves on his shirt and I asked him if he ever heard the story of the two wolves. He said he had not so I told it to him:
The Man then told me another story about a young boy who found a wolf cub and raised him up. The wolf cub, once it was grown enough, ended up going back out into the wild. Then one day when the boy and his father were out hunting, a pack of wolves surrounded them. The two of them thought that they were surely dead, when all of a sudden the wolf that the boy had raised appeared and began to growl at all the other wolves. The boy and the father were able to leave unscathed. Showing that the boys’ love and kindness had saved them from impending doom.
When I got on the bus the bus driver was wicked cool. He asked me about my free Karen Read shirt and I went into a whole explanation. He then responded that he asked because there was a big protest and I asked him to drop me off there.
The bus driver pulled right up to the protest and I came off the bus screaming free Karen Read! I looked at the bus driver through the bus window and could tell that he was super happy and excited.
All the protesters were super happy and I took my bike off the bike rack on the bus. The bus driver began to knock on the window because I forgot to put the bike rack back up, realizing my mistake I fixed it.
I spent about an hour and a half in the rain at the Free Karen Read protest at Norfolk district attorney Michael Morriseys’ fundraiser. Eventually it stopped raining. I was able to do a quick interview with channel 10 news.
And I had a great time with all my fellow freedom supporters. I had to leave around 6:15 p.m. to catch two trains back to Lowell spend the night with my girlfriend