Float On: Keeping My Head above Water at Forecastle

Through the festival gates, rough waters lay ahead of me. The port-a-potty was more like a THC sauna, as I must’ve slipped in right after a patron who hot-boxed a doob. From the smell of it, Louisville seemed to be chiefing on dirt weed, but every once in a while, it reeked like I was on a Bullitt County back road and somebody had trampled a skunk. It may be hard for a person without the addict gene to comprehend, but one drink or drug can send a person such as myself on a wild spree where by the end of the night, I’ll be saying, “I must’ve taken a wrong turn at Albuquerque.”

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Forecastle Festival: Finding a Hot Spot under the Sun

Little did I know that the canvases were just the tip of the iceberg that sunk me into position to soak up all the activism Forecastle had to offer. Located directly behind the canvases was the Forecastle Foundation home base. I walked in to eager faces and welcoming gestures.

Beau Sequin, of Guayaki – Yerba Mate, led me in. “Would you like a drink with the strength of coffee, the health benefits of tea, and the euphoria of chocolate?” he asked.

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