"Eventually, I peeled myself out of bed and shuffled over to a nearby house party. I'd come to San Francisco considered by many to be the most innovative city in the world in the hopes of finally finding a solution to my longstanding mental health struggles. Intramuscular ketamine injections from an underground shaman were only the latest in a long line of cutting-edge treatments I'd attempted. I was running out of ideas. So far, the only reliable way I knew how"
A person lies blindfolded on a threadbare carpet in a Bernal Heights bungalow while two rescue terriers sniff and climb over their legs. Music plays in the background but sounds muffled and distant. At 1pm on a Thursday, the person receives a large dose of liquid ketamine injected into a thigh muscle by a shaman named Jonathan instead of going to work. The person expects peak absurdity and knows the session is unlikely to improve mental health. After the effects fade, they feel worse than before, skip concluding exercises, and go home to stay in bed for 24 hours. They later attend a house party, having come to San Francisco seeking solutions for longstanding mental health struggles after trying many treatments, including underground ketamine.
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