High in the Lands of the Inca

Sunday was an eventful day. I met with Spring, her roommate, and her sister, and we went to Kobe Museum to see an exhibit on the Aztecs, Incas, and Mayan peoples. But the great part was that before we went there, we smoked some kick-ass, paranoia-free, dope. It made the experience so much better. In Japan it’s jail time if you get caught with dope, that’s why it costs 50 bucks a gram Seeing the history of these people (who unfortunately were exterminated by the Spanish Conquistadores, something the politically-correct exhibit failed to mention) while being high allowed me to travel through time and actually feel as if I was in 3,000 B.C in Central America. Some of their mass sacrifice rituals, as well as rituals such as the removal of a live child’s heart, was really shocking.

At night we were supposed to go to a gyoza party, but it got moved to our place. There were about 11 of us, and we all helped make gyozas and then ate them together. Much fun. We also made shrimp tempura. Phil got excited about Mango Juice, which sounds very similar to something in Japanese, which may be inappropriate to mention here.

On Wednesday night we went over to a co-workers house, Katie, and we made burgers and pizza and played drinking games. It was lots of fun.

Today I taught my first lesson in two months, which was nice. All this time waiting around wondering what was going to happen is officially over. It feels nice to have job security once again. Getting fucked over by a corrupt corporation was an interesting experience. In the end I learned that patience is the greatest virtue, and waiting it out through the tough times instead of giving up and going home paid off big time. I now work in a wicked location, sweet deal in terms of my work intensity, and am getting paid my unpaid wages. Life pays out great rewards to those who wait, at least most of the time.

I watched Sopranos last night, the episode where Christopher dies, and I came to new realizations I never noticed the first time I watched it. Tony, when high on peyote, sees the world from a different angle, and comes to new realizations. When he wins 4 lucky hands in a row playing roulette, he says “he’s dead, he’s dead” and falls to the ground from laughter. He actually believes that his bad luck streak is over because Christopher is dead. In the end, he yells “I get it” to the great desert landscape and jumps to the sky trying to reach it. The peyote makes him spiritual, and I feel the same when I am high. Now I understand the Rastafarians use of marijuana.