We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bit light headed, maybe you should drive...." And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, and a voice was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?" We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all this for the trip, but once you get locked in a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.
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I really like this one - thanks!
elaborate and complete - and I still quite often (more than once a year) return the formidable Caterwaul, and irresistible Man. May you give up, WLFC, urges: The Chairman
Writing in a foreign language on the pc keyboard, I'm so sorry, folks - it's of course: I return TO .. and even of courser: May you NEVER give in, or up! Begging for pardon : TC
Thanks Chairman. Glad to hear someone's listening. The comments are the icing on the cake. We're going to be posting some more jams, more often, this year. Thanks for the support.
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