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Thoughts and ideas came quicker than the head can organize.
Some in and out before they could be assimilated, others flying off at tangents, maybe a dozen or so steps away from their source in no time at all.
Then trying to trace them back: Which subject had led to which.
Then completely forgetting the original idea, question or topic
Hallucinations are bad enough. But after a while you learn to cope with things like seeing your dead grandmother crawling up your leg with a knife in her teeth. Most acid fanciers can handle this sort of thing. But nobody can handle that other trip—the possibility that any freak with $1.98 can walk into Circus-Circus and suddenly appear in the sky over downtown Las Vegas twelve times the size of God, howling anything that comes into his head. No, this is not a good town for psychedelic drugs. Reality itself is too twisted.
The trunk of the car looked like a mobile police narcotics lab. 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 Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls . . . Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really 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.
paradela222 added this comment 2012-02-14 14:49:30-06:00
It is beatiful !!!!How do you do?
paradela222 added this comment 2012-02-14 14:49:30-06:00
It is beatiful !!!!How do you do?