drugs
If Biden Wants to be President, He has to Stop Being a F***ing Narc
by Hannah Harkness Well, it’s finally happened. We’ve all reached a point in society where we are trapped in our homes due to a dystopian scenario being forced to smoke the whole pack of streaming services. The election talking points have now taken on a virus-y tone with the stakes
No One Does Scandal like the Religious Right
by Charles Irwell When Werner Herzog said that Los Angeles had the most substance out of any city on Earth, he talked of the mass of contradictions that comes in a city which “manufactures dreams.” This sentiment, grand as it already is, hints at a larger truth (or series of
10 Tips Just in Case You Want to See CATS on Acid
by Hannah Harkness I will start by saying that this is not a review of CATS (2019). If you want a review of CATS, use your old pal Google to find the flock of culture vultures currently circling this CGI nightmare. I do not presume to have any new analysis
Fentanyl Laced Cocaine is Killing People in the Bay Area
Seeing as New Year’s Eve is nearly here, and people will be partying their faces off on the last night of the year/decade, I figured it was really important to get this public service announcement out there: DON’T do cocaine. Honestly, I have no problem with recreational drug use. I’ve
Oakland is First City to Decriminalize Peyote, DMT and Most Other Psychedelics
When word broke in June that Oakland had become the second city in America to decriminalize magic mushrooms, there was one major bit of news that was overlooked by most people: Oakland was the first city in America to decriminalize nearly ALL psychedelics! That’s right, as Tryp Journal reported back in
The Strange Economy of Fake Urine
by Hannah Harkness One day, when I was relaying my usual drug-testing rant to a fellow stand-up comic, they responded “Oh yeah, and you can just jump those tests with fake piss anyway. I got a job at a children’s hospital doing that.” Before this point, I’d only ever heard
I Went to Hamilton on Mushrooms, with my Dad.
By Murray Pint I was looking over an 8th of shrooms – their thin white stems, their booger tainted caps, bent twisted in a kind of chaotic contortionist pose – when my dad called. He had bought tickets for something and he was very excited about it. This was nothing