Adult Storytime with Dougie Lux

Happy Juneteenth! Wait, what? If you're like me this is the first time you've heard that term. Well, there's A LOT of things going on in the world right now so let's dive right in! In this episode I cover everything from systemic racism to the War on Drugs.If you enjoy it, then please subscribe on any of your favorite podcast outlets, and head over to DougieLux.com to stay in touch or pick up a copy of my new book, The Motorcycle & The Molecule. 

After a brief summary of the last month and a half of social distancing, I launch into a magical tale from the small lakeside town of San Marcos La Laguna in Guatemala, land of tantric body massage, holotropic breathwork and blissballs.If you enjoy this story, then please subscribe on any of your favorite podcast outlets, and head over to DougieLux.com to stay in touch or pick up a copy of my new book, The Motorcycle & The Molecule.

In this episode I explore the nature of impermanence, highlighting a story I wrote after my first 10 day Vipassana experience in North Fork, a little town in the Sierra foothills of central California.If you enjoy this tale, then please subscribe on any of your favorite podcast outlets, and head over to DougieLux.com to stay in touch or pick up a copy of my new book, The Motorcycle & The Molecule.Intro audio credit: Aurora from Goopsteppa

For this episode of Adult Storytime I dug up an old tale that I wrote while in South America in 2010. It's a semi-fictional mix of adventure, mythology and the questionable detective skills of the main protagonist, Willard. What parts are true? What aren't? I'll let you decide.If you enjoy this story, then head over to DougieLux.com to stay in touch or pick up a copy of my new book, The Motorcycle & The Molecule.

“Everyone needs a little loving, a little regular physical touch sometimes, you know?” Once again I was on a boat, lamenting my shadowy feelings to my new Canadian friend, Brian.“True. And yet some people seem to need it more than others,” Brian said with a hungover slur. He might be young, and he might have an alcohol problem, but nonetheless he was right. 

The day started off like any other pandemic day might, rifling through an old Burning Man box to see if I had any spare N95 masks to donate to our sparsely stocked hospital. I didn't find any masks, but I did find a small envelope mysteriously labeled "Unicorn Candy", which contained a solitary pink tablet...