Nobody Leaves Neverland

Unlike sick, sad Wally Wilson, the morbid yet lovable protagonist in “Blood Red Syrah,” I made it beyond the Neverland gates and entered the belly of the beast. I rode Michael Jackson’s little choo-choo train around the massive estate, posed for a photograph with my foot on the first rung of a sliding board, and […]

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Weird, Wired, Weed Wine Wackos

Everything changes. Nothing’s permanent. Even Buddha must die. But Buddha, high on life as the enlightened one is, might first want to fire up a doobie. I’m even contemplating a kushy return to the weed, a holy pilgrimage to the sacred plant that once fed my head and led me on a path of experimentation […]

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