I'm currently working as a patient advocate for clients in treatment for behavioral health and substance abuse
I intend to pursue a doctorate in neuroscience or psychopharmacology and join the renaissance of research into psychedelics and entactogens.
I also do some metalwork and photography when I can find the time.
I'm also good at parallel parking, not having a circadian rhythm, photography, cooking, and avoiding small talk
Island by Aldous Huxley
The Harvard Psychedelic Club by Don Latin
The Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are by Alan Watts
The Illuminatus Trilogy by Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson
Man, its hard to choose what to put up here, but here's a long list that's fairly representative of my taste...
Portugul. The Man, Explosions in the Sky, John Frusciante, Nicolas Jaar, Alabama Shakes, Pink Floyd, TV on The Radio, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, Tycho, Johnny Cash, Bahamas, Modest Mouse, The Velvet Underground, Pinback, The Beatles, Sigur Ros, Odesza, Boards of Canada, The Shins, Atmosphere, Bill Frisell, Nirvana, The Doors, Emancipator, Cold War Kids, Wilco, Massive Attack, Greatful Dead, Ratatat, Tame Impala, The Pixies, The Decemberists, The xx, Bob Dylan, The Flaming Lips, Death Cab, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Alt-J, Led Zeppelin
An open mind
The physical communication of affection
But it does have a knob, the door can open. But not in the way you think...The truth is you've already heard this. That this is what it's like. That it's what makes room for the universes inside you, all the endless inbent fractals of connection and symphonies of different voices, the infinities you can never show another soul. And you think it makes you a fraud, the tiny fraction anyone else ever sees? Of course you're a fraud, of course what people see is never you. And of course you know this, and of course you try to manage what part they see if you know it's only a part. Who wouldn't? It's called free will, Sherlock. But at the same time it's why it feels so good to break down and cry in front of others, or to laugh, or speak in tongues, or chant in Bengali--it's not English anymore, it's not getting squeezed through any hole.
So cry all you want, I won't tell anybody.”
― David Foster Wallace, Oblivion
You like people who are radically honest and straightforward
You want to have a conversation that you don't think either of us may have had before
You would like to challenge me to a shoe tying contest
You want bonus points for messaging me first