Rewind the tape to 2000, suburban America. Our
progress had reached an apex, and while it would in
retrospect be seen clearly as Hubris, at the time, there
was no end in sight. At this time, it seemed there was
the beginnings of a second (or third?) wave American
counterculture that never actually completely
coalesced, derailed by the conspiracy theories and
atrocities that defined the following near-decade.
1998-2000 is when the core of Join My Cult! was
written, despite the publication date. I organized and
wrote a great deal of it, but really it owes itself to a
group of friends that shared a similar experience
moving out of adolescence at that time. The bulk of
the conversations in this book are real, derived from online
and off-line interactions as we delved headlong
into exploration of psychedelics, the occult, and sex.
One criticism often leveled at this text has been that
"real people never speak like this." This makes me laugh
because, although it is a perfectly valid criticism- sane
people certainly don't- in this case, we did. And it is
with a tongue-in-cheek mockery of our often overlyenthusiastic,
nevertheless earnest state that I left this
material mostly as is, even though I shudder to think
some might take it purely at face value.