Death Trip: A Post-Holocaust Psychedelic Memoir

Headed for divorce, my wife and I tried a Hail Mary: psychedelic therapy. Let's just say things got a lot trippier than I'd planned.

A few years ago, things weren’t looking too good for me.

I was in my mid-40s, married with a kid, but nothing was working. Not my marriage or my “career”—barely scraping by writing music for ads and short films. I was spending most of my time alone, and I felt hopeless. As my wife and I burned through our savings and I burned through her patience, we dec…