Trips to the quantum cosmic supermarket feeding back loops and twirls of consciousness spraying off the Christened waves of Oversoul. Back flips through candy cane mind gardens and free falls into dark, twirling vortexes of Scorpion lairs.
My friend, brother, cohort, colleague, collaborator, co-inspirator, infinite jester on the checkerboard of life...Chad Dugas. I don't know if you can call him an artist, a fool, a genius, an idiot savant, anarchic yogi or what? I have never met anyone like him. I would call him a Wizard Alchemist who dabbles in all of the above when it suits his fancy or he is conjuring up his tutelary spirits. Either way, we started in the rave scene back to the old traditional college days to later years in Gotham, hashing it out in the bat cave. Blessings brother from here to there.
