25 March 2018

Saying Goodbye to Cheyenne



The sun rises through the trees of a park in Cheyenne Wyoming
Leah, my Cheyenne rescue sniffs a tree as the sun rises
In Holiday Park.
I arrived in Cheyenne about 8 months ago; Friendless, homeless, and dogless.  At the time I was anxious to get out of Denver, not because I dislike the mile-high city; on the contrary, it's one of my favorite places. Unfortunately, Denver is very expensive, so when the opportunity presented itself, I jumped at the chance to pack my bags and head to Wyoming. Cheyenne is a fantastic place to spend the summer what with Frontier Days, the Eclipse last year, and the generally festive mood that seems to pervade this little State Capitol during warmer weather.

Now it seems, it's time to hit the road again, and I'm a little sad to be leaving this place.  Cheyenne is not the easiest place to live if you've inured yourself to larger metropolitan areas the way I have.  The winter was as cold as everyone had promised, and sometimes the city does feel like  ghost town. Cabin-fever is a real thing, and I found myself going out a lot just to make sure there were other people in the world.

I don't know if I'll return to Cheyenne again for anything more than a visit.  I hope so, however.  This town has an interesting character to it, and frankly the people here are truly decent, which I think is the most important feature of any place one might consider living.

In any case, if you've never had the opportunity to visit here's a taste of just some of the awesomeness that is Cheyenne, Wyoming. A more complete set of my photos from Cheyenne can be found in this Google Photos Album. 


A large train sits in the middle of Holliday park in Cheyenne WyomingA large plastic boot sits in the middle of Cheyenne Depot

A man is proud of his dog.


A cute dog looks questioniongUnion Pacific RailroadUnion Pacific Railroad command and control center




An orange tidal wave of a cloud over Cheyenne Wyoming

A dog plays in the snow





Two men dressed up as frightening things for HalloweenA man smiles with his dog. Scary Halloween costumes.
A church lawn becomes a pumpkin patchLake Minnehaha in the blistering cold.
A microfilm display machineMany Icicles hang from a derelict roof
 
Tractor in the middle of vehicle traffic


A man and his dog in front of an old shed.

30 January 2018

Weed & Super-Hearing






This Entry is from my original blog Not The Water Report! 

9:33pm.
I'm in bunk 8 room 22 at the Denver Hotel and Hostel. It's my first night in this place, but I've been in Denver for over a week.  I've had one gummy edible and two Coors Lights.  My head is burning up and I can feel the fire in my cheeks.  The combination of the edible, and the altitude is what's causing that hot feeling. Take it from someone who knows his drug effects, getting messed up at altitude is no joke. Living close to sea level for the last 8 years hasn't prepared my lungs or my nerves for the 'mile high city.'

When it comes to weed, I've been a lightweight for the last twelve years or so; specifically since returning from  Hawaii. I called the Aloha state home as I attended college, and for me smoking weed had become a primary source of recreation among other things. When I came back to the mainland in early 2003, I abstained from marijuana and when I finally did start smoking again, I found my tolerance deeply depleted. I would get dangerously stoned with very little THC in my system. Essentially I risked succumbing to an incapable type of over-high every time I smoked.
These were not pleasant experiences either.  More often than not the weed would put me in a position of such paranoia, such will-killing perplexedness, that I became utterly useless; as a baby almost.

I've learned to control the effects, over the years.  Whenever I smoke out, I take baby hits, and cut myself off early to ensure I don't get into that super-stoned state. 
Edibles, the euphemistically nebulous term that denotes all manner of ingestible weed products, are just as dangerous.  Have you ever imagined time? What I mean is have you ever built a multi-dimensional visual model in your head to wrap your mind around the mystery of how we humans experience phenomenon as having a past, present, and future?
I did. 
Just a few months ago, after I ate a single cookie baked full of THC oil.  Someday I may get around to writing it down. Don't get me wrong, it was quite a vision, but one that I would describe as a "violent mind-birth." Not pleasant, I can assure you.

Edibles affect your entire body. The high starts in your blood, working its way slowly around your being before making a go at your brain. There comes a time your body is completely high, but your mind is still sharp. Eventually, the high begins its assault upon your mind. Not all at once, but in slow ocean rolling waves with lazy comings and goings.

Such a state allows new thoughts and ideas to form.  Oh, I've had all sorts of insights when stoned. It's not all the 'high-surfer' stereotype that most non-smokers imagine.  Although when you do come across beach-bum pot-heads you realize they really are terrible characters. I mean literally, badly drawn personalities.

Don't be one of those.  

Clearly the edible is having an effect. If my writing isn't any indication. Like I was saying though, when properly controlled, weed can do wonders for the human imagination, and really stoke the potential to have flashes of insight. 
Here's one I had just had...

The key to super-hearing!

Step 1. Walk out of your house. Find a long open straightaway.  No cars, no people, nothing but space right in front of you. Step 2. Close your eyes, and keep them closed. Step 3. Start walking forward in a gentle to medium pace. Listen to the sounds around you. Keep walking. Don't stop walking. Eventually you will experience a moment of panic; this will usually occur after you've reached a point that you no longer have your bearings. That is to say: You cannot imagine where you are in the image of the scene you remember picturing in your mind. Your brain will realize this and your will feel panic. Keep walking. As difficult and scary as it may become, if you keep walking after crossing the panic-threshold, you will begin to experience things in a way you haven't before. Your ears will begin to catch every minute vibration; your steps will become strategic as you use your legs and feet to sense things that they usually need not even register. Keep walking. Now Stop. Open your eyes. Look around you. 

Congratulations, you now have super-hearing.  The effect will last a little less than an hour.  You will have been scared, you will have overcome your fear, and you will have experienced life more than normally.  All thanks to the wonder of a little watermelon gummi I ate a few hours ago.