My latest project is a collection of festival stories that take a fun and, sometimes, frightening journey into the fringe! All the stories are based on my true, lived experience. I’ve been compiling these for a few years, and I’m loving the way they’re coming together as a whole. I can’t wait to share some of these wild writings with you!
This collection is my second, coming after Varanasi Sage, which is comprised of true stories that honor our sacred existence and the ordinary miracles manifesting on earth. Varanasi Sage is available in audiobook, paperback, and ebook. Click here for more info!
Linney, now the media director for her local NORML chapter and no longer homefree, introduced me to the glamsient lifestyle. We met at my friend James’ Lightning in a Bottle pre-party.
When I walked onto the property, she was sitting with James and a few others next to the salt-water pool. Everyone was in festi-attire. Each unique, yet typical: cat ears, gypsy pants, leggings, crop tops, tie dye, faux fur.
Linney stood out. She wore a crown made with large pieces of smokey quartz crystal and a see-through little black dress. Gold jewelry sparkled on her ears, neck and wrists; a diamond ring on her right hand glittered in the sun. A long, pashmina scarf draped from her shoulders. She poured a glass of red wine.
James gave me a bear hug when I walked up, but he was mostly preoccupied with his mirror, so I sat down next to Linney.
“Hello!” she smiled. Her teeth glittered like her diamond ring. “Want some wine?”
“I’d love some.”
“Here,” she handed me the glass she had just filled. “I’m Linney.”
“Chelsea,” I said.
“How do you connect with us?” she poured herself a glass of wine.
“I know James. He gave me a ticket.”
“Me too! I think he’s bringing most of us here. He gave his favorite broke friends tickets. Cause he wants us to be there with him.”
“Seriously?” I couldn’t believe it. “How many of us?”
“Maybe, like, ten or fifteen.”
I did the math in my head — more than $3,000 on tickets for his friends. Damn. Wow. Here I was thinking I was special.
Linney laughed, “he’s the best kind of eccentric rich guy: generous.”
“Indeed… To James,” I said, raising my glass.
“To James!” she tapped my glass with hers. “The only reason we’re here.”
“So, you’re broke, too? Hard to believe.”
Linney laughed. “Yep. I’m a hobo!”
“No way! Me, too!” I laughed along with her.
“You are?! Oh em gee. James finds all the bohemian strays and gives us homes.”
“That’s so funny. I thought I was the only one who lived on his land.”
“Almost everyone here lives on one of his properties. He has so many. You can tell the ones who don’t because they are his rich friends.”
“I would’ve thought you were one of his rich friends!”
“Really?” She looked earnestly into my eyes.
She flipped her hair over her shoulder and laughed at the sky, “I’m rich in fun!”