You sell off your soda collection and your car. You get around ticket to Planet Blue to see a shaman healer there. The motherfucker is a drunk. Chugging vodka straight from the bottle. Empty soda cans surround his camp. This joker can't possibly do you any good. You just hope numbnuts over there don't poison you. You smoke a silvery white coarse chunky powder and its three hours of puking and seeing visions of alien worlds teaming with life all wrapped around each other forever. Three days later you are on a ship for home. As you suspected, you gained nothing but an interesting story and strange memories of a different and beautiful world. Although, you really only saw your hotel room and the camp.