Drove three hours to meet my grandfather at Cracker Barrel. He asked me if "we" are morally bankrupt. I bit my hand and sucked at the blood as I cooed about my plans to start my own Dracula cult. Not really. I don't think people are worse off, but everything is covered through the media.

I'm reading a book called "Looking Glass Wars" and it takes a violent journey through Wonderland where the Chesire Cat is a fearsome feline that morphs into a thickly muscled killer. But the Caterpillars speak like stoners and the drug connection is heavy. What is our preocupation with feeling "away from ourselves." Why do we use so many stimulants to change our mood from normal. In the book, the caterpillars are prophets. I never thought of Cheech and Chong as prophetic.