My Fourth-Dimensional Acid Trip Into Fatherhood
Pack your bags, and let’s take a trip — an acid trip, that is.
If you have never used psychedelics, no problem, I’ll take you through one of my trips that genuinely shifted my outlook on life.
All this stuff that you are about to read 100% happened to me, the author — yours truly.
You may not understand everything (or anything), and you may even laugh at the ridiculousness of it all, but keep an open mind, and let’s journey into the rabbit hole.
The Old Beginning
It was a humid Thursday in June, and my five-month pregnant wife was out of town visiting her mother, leaving the house to myself.
I honestly didn’t know what I wanted to gain from this trip, but I did understand that I wasn’t mentally prepared to be a father.
It wasn’t about the money or the enhanced responsibility, but the lack of time. Not just in the sense of being present — I was great at that — but in the spirit of quality and availability.
At that point in my life, I had a lot going through my head with work, writing, side projects, physical fitness, and everything else. I barely had the emotional availability and energy levels to be a decent husband, so how was I supposed to become a dad?
