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The first thing I said to myself after a four-day peyote trip in the Mojave where I'd been up long past the midnight hour dancing with Kokopelli & friends was, "Where's my blazer and why am I naked?" Then, after a little more investigating, it turns out that "four-day peyote trip in the Mojave where I'd been dancing with Kokopelli & friends" was nothing more than me shirt cocking around a Nevada desert...