We were 2 win poets aka karma kings & urban shaman  who beat the streets in the guise of  door to door slavic salesman but who really were undercover spies for the post modern abstract shamanic movement .. the yung shaman was a friend  and fellow artist a colleague and co writer even out of our heads on haight streets creation knew I was with my mystic  poet  kindred  brotha  who loved.  kindred soul who kept it creation and surreal as Salvador dahli on salvia divinorum with our heads in a bear trap we found freedom at least. Golden gate park gave us sanctuary and we had good laugh only this time you went alone  ..I hope till I return you can still watch my back ...I luv ya yung shaman I seen the book that you messaged I know about miami and how  full metal jesus was attacked and the devil u knew never intended to bring you back ...if I ever see him on a boat house or a art show I will stick his horns up his ass ....I know his name and fake story will rot and stink up his aura like his soul filled with smell worse than black pot

I think it was beginning of July 2012. We hopped on a plane from Indianapolis Indiana to Fort Myers Florida. We dropped some acid which kicked in in Chicago airport. The ride from Chicago to Fort Myers was interesting to say the least. we sat in a back row. 3 seats, Jason sat by the window, I sat by the aisle & some girl sat in the middle thinking we're crazy with Jason doing his abstract art & me talking about life.
 We finally made it away from god awful indy heading in a taxi to the beach where I discarded a suitcase & whatever it was I packed to lighten the load. So we both only had our backpacks with no real destination in mind. 
 Jason was a good friend with a kind heart. He loved the abstract & metaphysical world. He had done & seen alot in his short life. Very wise but may have lacked some common sense, which we all do I guess. He really wanted to collaborate & write a book about our trip. I'm really going to miss him. See you on the other side brother.