The Tarot of Songwriting 16 - The Tower

You could always smash your crystals?

Once upon an evening in Los Angeles, I took a bunch of mushrooms by myself and sat out in the backyard of my bungalow under the dim urban stars, wondering what the fuck I was doing in this godless hellscape of a place.

I was four years into my American adventure and lived with a gay couple at the time, and they had recently had an orgy in the hot tub t…