… so I’m repelling down Mount Vesuvius when suddenly I see this Minnesota baseball player (pitcher Cody Campbell) with a crazy beard and far out glasses. And then I start to fall. And I’m about to die. I’ll never forget the terror. When suddenly I remember: “Holy shit, Jonathan. Haven’t you been smoking peyote for six straight days. And couldn’t this all be in your head?”
It was. I was totally fine. I’ve never even been to Mount Vesuvius. Talk about a psychedelic pill.