DMT is one of those drugs that I just never got around to doing. I've done plenty of other hallucinogens in my day, the gnarliest of which is no doubt mescaline, extracted from a San Pedro cactus that me and one of my crazier friends chopped down in a botanical garden in Orange County. It took all day to prepare, slowly boiling it out of the plant matter, then boiling that down to a toxic sludge that tasted like liquid death.

It took about 2 hours to come on, but when it did, oh man... its the closest I've felt to being in tune with absolutely everything that was going on. There was nothing -- no time, no space, no life, no death, just everything happening all at once, across multiple universes.

Then 12 hours later, I kind of just instantly snapped out of it, and walked into Westwood to interview people who had been standing in line all day for the new Star Wars movie, as I had to turn in an article for the newspaper I was writing for a few hours later.