I've taken a little break from my output, except for standup, of course, because I'm sick, sick I tell you! There's been so much noise lately, so much reacting, a news cycle that's stuck on spin, and an almost incomprehensible deluge of news that may be the most important thing ever or nothing at all.
In this time off, I'm seeking to take in what's going on and digest it instead of instant regurgitation. I went to NY a few week ago for the New York Television Festival, and was swept away momentarily by the city. The energy, the pace, and of course, the comedy. Doing standup back in NY was a breath of fresh air, in between the pee stink. Not only did I do standup, I also did DMT. Twice actually. The first time nothing really happened, but the next time... oh boy. The experience was indescribable. My hominid brain could make an attempt, but the clunkiness of language, of being a meat sack, it won't do it justice, but needless to say, it was life-changing.
I've been keeping chill about the experience, not really talking about it on stage, but I feel like I'm nearing the end of my processing of that and everything else going on. I should definitely talk about my DMT trip on stage. I remember coming back from hyperspace and thinking, DMT stands for dumb monkey tripping.