im watching the moon rise over the horizon, there's no sign of it at all so i check my i phone ap and see it rises at 2033 so gravy asks me what the time is now, 2033 i say and sure enough there rises the moon. we are watching the moon rise smoking a spliff, talking about geometry of nature and man, angles, triangles, strange portals and rips in the fabric, the veil. it's a strange mysterious evening, esoteria leaks into our spirits. we drive up to pete who has some very large san pedro plants, we smoke more spliffs, i get a call from jake, distressed. i hope i put him at ease. on return to gravy's i see some of his talent, creative genius, he's the man that supports other people become famous from his ideas, he is a total freak in the best sense of the word. i am very lucky to know such people, im surrounded by brilliant people who have excelled in a curious way people who share a similar understanding of the cosmos.