I was elbow deep in a four-tab Acid trip when the Molly kicked in. Like a lightning strike straight to the Amygdala, it jolted my brain into vibrant overdrive. What had initially been little more than some crunchy vibes and cool visuals all of a sudden transformed into one of the craziest trips of my entire life. A trip that I was no way ready for. Now I am by no means a noob when it comes to hallucinogens. I have been tripping on anything and everything since I was in secondary school: mushrooms, Ketamine, DXM, DMT, LSD, PCP, THC, you name it. Hell, this wasn’t even my first time Candy Flipping. But it was the most Acid I had ever done in one sitting and some…

My stomach rumbled as we approached the edge of the woods. It was nearly midday, but I hadn’t eaten in hours. Supply troubles and nerves had left me with little food and next to no appetite. A combination that was less than ideal heading into my first taste of combat.   Pa always told me war was nothing like the heroic tales I read about when I was young. He had fought in the Battle of Bad Axe back in ’32 and said that he had lost a piece of himself somewhere in those Wisconsin woods. A piece of himself that he knew he would never get back. But despite his many warnings I enlisted in the army anyways. Being the…

The Flat Stanley project is an educational endeavor first created back in 1995 by Dale Hubert, a third-grade teacher from Ontario, with the intention of helping develop student’s reading, writing, and social studies skills. The premise of the project is simple; students cut out a “Flat Stanley” figurine, decorate it, and then send it off to visit with a friend, family member, or prominent individual in a different area. During its visit, the person receiving Flat Stanley is asked to take it to various different places and take pictures with it. For instance, if you live in Washington, D.C., you might take Flat Stanley to visit the White House or the Capitol Building. Then once the figurine is returned home,…

By my word, this is the truth I tell. When I was a young boy, I used to live at a secluded farm next to an abandoned railroad. The nearest town wasn’t for hundreds of miles; my father drove there once a week to get groceries for the week. One day, I was playing in the woods around our property when I heard a voice calling for help. I ventured deeper into the woods until I saw a man. He was different though, with a beard and clothes that resembled my own, only in gray. I asked him, “What on God’s green earth are you doing in the middle of nowhere?” My Lord! Was I taken aback when he said…

My stomach rumbled as we approached the edge of the woods. It was nearly midday, but I hadn’t eaten in hours. Supply troubles and nerves had left me with little food and next to no appetite. A combination that was less than ideal heading into my first taste of combat.   Pa always told me war was nothing like the heroic tales I read about when I was young. He had fought in the Battle of Bad Axe back in ’32 and said that he had lost a piece of himself somewhere in those Wisconsin woods. A piece of himself that he knew he would never get back. But despite his many warnings I enlisted in the army anyways. Being the…

The Flat Stanley project is an educational endeavor first created back in 1995 by Dale Hubert, a third-grade teacher from Ontario, with the intention of helping develop student’s reading, writing, and social studies skills. The premise of the project is simple; students cut out a “Flat Stanley” figurine, decorate it, and then send it off to visit with a friend, family member, or prominent individual in a different area. During its visit, the person receiving Flat Stanley is asked to take it to various different places and take pictures with it. For instance, if you live in Washington, D.C., you might take Flat Stanley to visit the White House or the Capitol Building. Then once the figurine is returned home,…

By my word, this is the truth I tell. When I was a young boy, I used to live at a secluded farm next to an abandoned railroad. The nearest town wasn’t for hundreds of miles; my father drove there once a week to get groceries for the week. One day, I was playing in the woods around our property when I heard a voice calling for help. I ventured deeper into the woods until I saw a man. He was different though, with a beard and clothes that resembled my own, only in gray. I asked him, “What on God’s green earth are you doing in the middle of nowhere?” My Lord! Was I taken aback when he said…

I was elbow deep in a four-tab Acid trip when the Molly kicked in. Like a lightning strike straight to the Amygdala, it jolted my brain into vibrant overdrive. What had initially been little more than some crunchy vibes and cool visuals all of a sudden transformed into one of the craziest trips of my entire life. A trip that I was no way ready for. Now I am by no means a noob when it comes to hallucinogens. I have been tripping on anything and everything since I was in secondary school: mushrooms, Ketamine, DXM, DMT, LSD, PCP, THC, you name it. Hell, this wasn’t even my first time Candy Flipping. But it was the most Acid I had ever done in one sitting and some…

The Flat Stanley project is an educational endeavor first created back in 1995 by Dale Hubert, a third-grade teacher from Ontario, with the intention of helping develop student’s reading, writing, and social studies skills. The premise of the project is simple; students cut out a “Flat Stanley” figurine, decorate it, and then send it off to visit with a friend, family member, or prominent individual in a different area. During its visit, the person receiving Flat Stanley is asked to take it to various different places and take pictures with it. For instance, if you live in Washington, D.C., you might take Flat Stanley to visit the White House or the Capitol Building. Then once the figurine is returned home,…

By my word, this is the truth I tell. When I was a young boy, I used to live at a secluded farm next to an abandoned railroad. The nearest town wasn’t for hundreds of miles; my father drove there once a week to get groceries for the week. One day, I was playing in the woods around our property when I heard a voice calling for help. I ventured deeper into the woods until I saw a man. He was different though, with a beard and clothes that resembled my own, only in gray. I asked him, “What on God’s green earth are you doing in the middle of nowhere?” My Lord! Was I taken aback when he said…

My stomach rumbled as we approached the edge of the woods. It was nearly midday, but I hadn’t eaten in hours. Supply troubles and nerves had left me with little food and next to no appetite. A combination that was less than ideal heading into my first taste of combat.   Pa always told me war was nothing like the heroic tales I read about when I was young. He had fought in the Battle of Bad Axe back in ’32 and said that he had lost a piece of himself somewhere in those Wisconsin woods. A piece of himself that he knew he would never get back. But despite his many warnings I enlisted in the army anyways. Being the…

I was elbow deep in a four-tab Acid trip when the Molly kicked in. Like a lightning strike straight to the Amygdala, it jolted my brain into vibrant overdrive. What had initially been little more than some crunchy vibes and cool visuals all of a sudden transformed into one of the craziest trips of my entire life. A trip that I was no way ready for. Now I am by no means a noob when it comes to hallucinogens. I have been tripping on anything and everything since I was in secondary school: mushrooms, Ketamine, DXM, DMT, LSD, PCP, THC, you name it. Hell, this wasn’t even my first time Candy Flipping. But it was the most Acid I had ever done in one sitting and some…