Dear Neal Pollack

by tristero

Dear Neal Pollack,

Screw Salvia. That’s the Walmart of psychedelics, oxycontin for yuppies. You wanna get high? I’ll show you high. Try a taste of this if you really wanna fry your brain.

Or put a spoonful of this stuff in your pipe and smoke it, if you can handle the trip, Neal. Or a mere 1/4 gram of this will transport you to realms of ecstasy the Salvia goddess couldn’t even begin to imagine.

And when you’re ready to float back to earth, man, why bother when you can go here? Or here? Or here?

When you’re ready to take the training wheels off, Neal, and cop some serious dope that will mess with your head for the rest of your life, gimme a call.

Love,

tristero