The Day I Died - Part I © 2010 Dakini Verona

December 15, 1969. That date is stuck in my mind forever. Branded in my soul, so to speak. Yes – that is the day I died, or at least I thought I was dead. LSD is a very strange drug, a strong hallucinogenic, the strongest, I believe. A drug which was developed, or actually stumbled upon, by the Swiss scientist, Albert Hofmann in the 1930’s. He thought it would be used as an aid in psychoanalysis, but it never quite worked out that way.


Hoffman never mentioned that the US government used LSD in secret experiments on unwilling human participants...

* For all my hippie friends out there, this is meant to be funny. I don't do all or even most of these things. This is a joke me and my sister have together. And excuse my spelling :)

You know your the rebelling child of a hippie when...

... you throw compost and recycling into the garbage while yelling, "Fuck the enviroment!!"

...You think that what your mother tells you is "natrual beauty" is butt ugly.

... You are considered a dissapointment to your family because you went to college and got a real job.

... You get yelled at for inappropriate dinner talk because you talked about your day at school...