I've never been sicker in my life than after eating peyote, and had a shitty trip.
Your mileage may vary.
I'm a cowboy. Taking care of a place a couple of hours north of Roswell. It's a run down dump and the house doesn't have heat and the paycheck's usually late and everything's broke down and you can't drink the water and the ground's rotten and treacherous and I keep crippling my horses and I'm getting too old to put up with these ranch owner shenanagins. Nothing I ain't been through before. Probably do it again. I worked for this guy before and I wish now I'd have burnt that bridge, but hell, this time it'll be spectacular. Just need somewhere to go, and pasture for my horses.
Something'll come up, it always does.
Lemme know if you get near Roswell or Ft. Sumner, I'll buy you a taco or something.