I’ve always been drawn to drug-fueled authors. As a teenager, I gravitated towards the mind-bending and the kooky. Aldous Huxley’s soma-ridden dystopia, Brave New World, was my favorite book. A strange choice for a fourteen-year-old. I even tried to digest Huxley’s Doors of Perception. (While listening to L.A. Woman by The Doors, of course.) Like many y…
