Suffering from a lack of Robotripping
There are two men and no women who understand the way I think. One I am married to and the other one is dead. He has been dead since I was a baby. I have never met him and he never knew I existed. But I read his book during the formative years of my life and this has shaped the way I live and love today. Abbie Hoffman was a man of passion and a man of daring.
I have tripped that my husband was a reincarnation of Abbie. I have tripped that I am a reincarnation of Abbie and of Anita (his wife). I have not tripped for a long time. I have had to forgo smoke and DXM due to the birth of my child. Which is a pain (the lack of trip not so much the child) but we manage. Dex stopped working for us anyway. We would trip, but not get the earth shattering insights that we used to.
Lately we have been wondering if what we believe is actually possible or if we have just deluded ourselves for the last six years. I thought I had something beautiful to share with my child, but I am not sure if it can survive another winter in enemy territory. Oh spring, please come soon.
I yearn to be outside. In my garden, running around barefoot, watching my kid play in the park, and all around laughing. Spring brings hope and laughter and rebirth. I wish the cold dead hands of winter would release me and allow me to feel more than the the white plaster of academia. I can no longer trip, but I can still explore.
How should I ask a professor that works in my office if he was a hippie in the 60's?
And how do you cope when there is something worse than death? I fear everyday that they will take my child.
I have tripped that my husband was a reincarnation of Abbie. I have tripped that I am a reincarnation of Abbie and of Anita (his wife). I have not tripped for a long time. I have had to forgo smoke and DXM due to the birth of my child. Which is a pain (the lack of trip not so much the child) but we manage. Dex stopped working for us anyway. We would trip, but not get the earth shattering insights that we used to.
Lately we have been wondering if what we believe is actually possible or if we have just deluded ourselves for the last six years. I thought I had something beautiful to share with my child, but I am not sure if it can survive another winter in enemy territory. Oh spring, please come soon.
I yearn to be outside. In my garden, running around barefoot, watching my kid play in the park, and all around laughing. Spring brings hope and laughter and rebirth. I wish the cold dead hands of winter would release me and allow me to feel more than the the white plaster of academia. I can no longer trip, but I can still explore.
How should I ask a professor that works in my office if he was a hippie in the 60's?
And how do you cope when there is something worse than death? I fear everyday that they will take my child.