Hey, Woodstock Monkey. Whatcha doing? “Catching PTSD. I am in the middle of traumatization.” Anything in particular? “What was it again that you called me?” Woodstock Monkey. “There you go. That explains the entire problem. I am a monkey…and I am at Woodstock.” I guess. “Absolutely should not be here under any circumstances. If you … Continue reading Don’t Eat The Brown Acid, Especially If You’re A Monkey