When I was 16 I was lying down on my bedroom floor watching the walls melt as the 3 dried grams of Psilocybin mushrooms were breaking down in my stomach. I stood up, walked to and opened the door. That's where I met the man sitting in the theatre of my mind. It was Barry White. He stood up, gave me a round of applause that lit up the sky and told me he was loving the show. From that night onward, Barry White's voice has narrated my inner monologue. And that's kind of the story of how Barry White became my guardian angel.