We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold.
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, a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers… Also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls.
Never lose sight of the primary responsibility. Cover the story. But what was the story? Nobody had bothered to say.
Ah, devil ether. It makes you behave like the village drunkard in some early Irish novel… total loss of all basic motor skills; blurred vision, no balance, numb tongue — The mind recoils in horror, unable to communicate with the spinal column. Which is interesting, because you can actually watch yourself behaving in this terrible way, but you can’t control it.
Let’s get down to brass tacks. How much for the ape?
Let me make sure I have it all lined up. You want me to throw this thing into the tub when “WHITE RABBIT” peaks. Is that it?
FINISH THE FUCKING STORY! What happened?! What about the glands?
Jesus, that stuff got right on top of you, didn’t it.
Maybe you could just… shove me into the pool, or something…
If I put you in the pool right now, you’d sink like a goddamn stone. You took too much. Jesus, look at your face, you’re about to explode.
There was evidence in this room of excessive consumption of almost every type of drug known to civilized man since 1544 AD.Would the presence of junkies account for all these uneaten french fries? These puddles of glazed ketchup on the bureau? Maybe so, but then why all this booze? And these crude pornographic photos smeared with mustard that had dried to a hard yellow crust…
These were not the hoof prints of your normal god-fearing junkie. It was too savage, too aggressive.
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