Life, the Universe, and Everything: World’s Smallest Entmoot

So one of the Ents figured out I lived somewhere nearby and invited me to get together with him.

I sit at home all by myself most of the time, so the prospect of meeting a real person sounded pretty cool.

We met at the Karma Cafe, an aptly-named place that I think I wrote about once upon a time a few months ago. What I remembered most about the place was its perfectly Enty ambiance; not hipster, not yuppie, not New Age…just right.

I remembered saying I went up two levels of highness just walking in the place. That was close, but I figured out the real cause on this trip.

I showed up a bit late (due to having to move some (actual) trees and pot(s), which we had a small laugh about) and we talked intensely for at least 10 minutes before I thought to order something to drink. Then we got to talking in earnest, like for two hours, before I even realized any time had passed.

This was an awesome conversation. We talked about social anxiety, smoking while living at home, hiding things from your family, medical marijuana, vaporizing, different strains, becoming a patient, going to college, computer science and how it’s changed in the last 35 years. That led to me remembering how I used to sneak into NYU as a young teenager to use their computer, which reminded me of a telepath who used to hang around near there and read people’s minds for spare change.

Then I read his (the Ent’s) mind, but I didn’t realize it for two days.

This was about the same time that I decided we needed a treat, so I bought us some baklava, which put me in contact with the owner or manager or whoever, an older gentleman with a bald head, wire-rim glasses, and a smile like he knows you’re high and that’s cool because so is he.

That’s when I realized that he was what brought me up two levels last time, because as soon as I talked to him, the same thing happened.

He made us two teas free. Who does that, except in a place called the Karma Cafe?

Now we talked about heavy shit. The ego and who needs one. Or…”who needs one?” Is it ethical to take LSD for instant enlightenment? Will it even work? Timothy Leary. Richard Alpert -> Ram Dass, and the famous story. LSD overdoses and my (in)famous story. Set, setting, and sitters. Yellow Submarine. The Dave Clark Five, and why they were cool until we saw them playing accordions in the 60s. Becoming different and less of an anonymous nerd and more like yourself. Brainwave stimulation. Binaural beats.

Then we went out for pizza at Chicago Fire across the street (overpriced, but pretty amazing).

Guitars. Trumpets. Marching bands. Jam sessions. Blues. Jazz. Telepathy again. Cats. Cat

We knocked off precisely at 9 PM…almost 6 hours later.


Time flies when you’re having fun!

And a good time was had by both.

Old Hippie is a father of two boys and thankfully living in California where all this kind of thing is legal. He started smoking marijuana in 1967 in high school, experimented with mind-expanding drugs of all kinds, and then straightened out 15 or so years later to become an airplane pilot. After being diagnosed with depression in 2000, he lost his job and most of the following decade to prescription medications (such as antidepressants) which sapped his energy and will. Finally, a chance conversation with a friend led to a doctor’s recommendation for medical marijuana (MMJ). This changed his entire life, health, and outlook for the better. is his continuing story. It’s also his way to provide experienced advice on using medical marijuana effectively and responsibly, as well as advocacy, activism, and support for others. Old Hippie teaches about safe use of cannabis edibles, Canna Caps, vaporizers, dosing, and even microdosing.


Sounds great! People sometimes talk about the shallowness of online-only friendships. Some of us have a lot of those; I’ve “met” cool people through flickr (photography site) and became Facebook friends with a few, finding they shared other interests too. I’ve found commonality with some people I knew eons ago in Jr. High and High School and wasn’t particularly friends with. And there can be some risks in crossing over to face-to-face encounters. But I have had a few good experiences like yours, where that effort was rewarding, including meeting with the two “girls” from Jr. High band while on a visit to my old hometown and really having fun–plus they reconnected with each other, after having stayed in that town for decades and never seen each other! Good for you for reaching out!

Thanks, George. When it comes down to it, relationships are all we have in the end, so the more we can positively affect other people, the better for everyone!

Read your blog for its honesty, intellect and tone. Thanks for sharing. One of the reasons I came to CA in 2000 from SW FL is the medical cannabis prescribing and research into more relieving pain types with the high being secondary. Your blog helps.

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