I was running through the backroads shirtless, shoeless, and just passed by the gates of Auschwitz on my right.

What the fuck is going on? I've completely lost myself trapped in some sick fucking video game.

Everything was pixelated, I didn't know who I was,

and couldn't see farther than an inch in front of myself.

Hunching over, I was exhausted,

wanted it all to end, and was waiting for someone to come help me.

No one was coming.

I was alone.

I wanted to cry.

All I could do was help myself. That was the point.

Fast forward a few hours in the night,

I was crying uncontrollably,

realizing I don't love myself.

This Iowasca experience completely changed my life.

What's up you amazing listeners, it's your boy Fast Fingers, aka Rabbi Cantliz,

aka Noah Kagan.

Today I'm going to share with you a four-part series about Iowasca. I wish you had that spelling thing.

If you haven't heard of it, Iowasca is a psychedelic from South America that people drink,

trip out, puke, and have amazing visions that change their life.

It's a plant medicine that's becoming more and more popular by Westerners.

You may have heard of it like me, but had zero interest or weren't clear why all these people are doing it.

I didn't think my life was bad enough to actually warrant it. You know what I mean?

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