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Chapter Six: “Peace, Love, and Crawfish” – Page 4

Around that time, during Mardi Gras of 2000 after Y2K had come and gone, I was contacted by Rita Kirk Whillock at Southern Methodist University. She asked me if I wanted to upgrade institutions and come to SMU. Apparently, my new textbook and the Journal had made me a commodity for a true Division I…

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Chapter Six: “Peace, Love, and Crawfish” – Page 3

I was well-positioned. During the second year in Louisiana, Jim Kuipers up at Dartmouth College, and I kept pushing the Journal forward. The website had close to 600,000 hits on it, and it had become a hotly discussed topic at conferences and among my faculty. We were getting all types of submissions for peer review,…

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Chapter Six: “Peace, Love, and Crawfish” – Page 2

The first year in Louisiana was very good. Brenda and I celebrated Louisiana culture and fully experienced the smorgasbord of different food that was now available to us. Our favorite dish was boiled crawfish, seasoned in a mixture of Cajun salt and spices that would make your lips and mouth delightfully burn red hot. There’s…

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Chapter Six: “Peace, Love, and Crawfish”

Louisiana is known for a lot of interesting and strange things. Creoles, Cajuns, crabs, crawfish, colossal shrimp, bizarre backwoods politics, fresh oysters, microbreweries, deer-hunting, gumbo, sport fishing, swamps, and yes, raunchy Bourbon Street. The mighty Mississippi River cuts directly through the state, dividing Baton Rouge and Lafayette with the notorious Atchafalaya Basin. New Orleans is…

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Chapter Five: “Futureshock: Medellin and Ayahuasca” – Page 4

I know I’m no mathematician now, but if you could purchase something for thousand dollars a kilogram in one place, which just so happens to be Columbia, and you can sell that very same kilogram in another place for $150,000 – would you risk it? That’s the question that kept going around in my mind,…

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Chapter Five: “Futureshock: Medellin and Ayahuasca” – Page 3

I got a beer and lit a cigarette. Then, I started gazing around my surroundings. There were hot beautiful young Latina women absolutely everywhere, and it was driving me out of my mind. One thing you need to know about me, I am consistent when it comes to my sexual tastes. Curvy, young, beautiful, hot…

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Chapter Five: “Futureshock: Medellin and Ayahuasca” – Page 2

The ease and simplicity of knowing that my loved ones were okay in the other world were priceless. The true love and joy of being able to communicate with someone, even if they are a vision remnant in a dormant psyche, is something that I personally cherish and recommend to everyone — if you’ll only…

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Chapter Five: “Futureshock: Medellin and Ayahuasca”

The date is now January 4, 2021 – some 20 years into the future timeline of these memoirs, and I have just arrived in Atlanta again after visiting Medellin, Colombia for the third time. This time I spent an entire month getting used to the valley and met interesting people who might have potential business…

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Chapter Four: “Woo Pig Soieee” – Page 3

At Oxford University, you don’t just have good students. You don’t just have great students. Oxford gets its pick of the very best worldwide. And I was lucky enough to have Steve behind me vouching for my credibility and intellectual work. I moved my two suitcases into my small room, ordered my clothes and belongings,…

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Chapter Four: “Woo Pig Soieee” – Page 2

One day in early-1996 I came home from work and found my wife Brenda curled up in a ball, kicking the floor – wailing and crying. I got down on my knees and asked her what was wrong. She kept screaming over and over that she “wanted a baby!!!” I thought her mother had died…

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