fear_and_loathing Tybay from the experience i never had but dream about once in a while it is the experience of the loss of control. can you control the promise you forgot in your dream only to crash into a police car when your promisee ends up buying asparigus in the check out line of the nearest vender? no. so dont care about it. its just a dream. can you see my dreams? do you want to? they are vivid and rarely haunting, and introspective florist 010506 ... Tybay net_goth@hotmail.com i messed up and put an n in the com sorry. 010506 ... paste! tell me you brought the fucking golf shoes! 010613 ... dB "....The sporting editors had also given me $300 in cash, most of which was already spent on extremely dangerous drugs. 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-coloured 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. All this had been rounded up the night before, in a frenzy of high-speed driving all over Los Angeles County - from Topanga to Watts, we picked up everything we could get our hands on. 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. And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. Probably at the next gas station. We had sampled almost everything else, and now - yes, it was time for a long snort of ether. And then do the next hundred miles in a horrible, slobbering sort of spastic stupor. The only way to keep alert on ether is to do up a lot of amyls - not all at once, but stedily, just enough to maintain the focus at ninety miles an hour through Barstow. "Man, this is the way to travel," said my attorney. He leaned over to turn the volume up on the radio, humming along with the rhythm section and kind of moaning the words: "one toke over the line, Sweet Jesus... One toke over the line..." One toke? Poor fool! Wait till you see those goddamn bats. I could barely hear the radio ... slumped over on the far side of the seat, grappling with a tape recorder turned all the way up on "Sympathy for the Devil". That was the only tape we had, so we played it constantly, over and over, as a kind of demented counterpoint to the radio. And also to maintain our rhythm on the road. A constant speed is good for gas mileage - and for some reason that seemed important at the time. Indeed. On a trip like this one must be careful about gas consumption. Avoid those quick bursts of acceleration that drag blood to the back of the brain....." 010613 ... nemo We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of uppers, downers, laughers, screamers... 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 that for the trip, but once you get 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, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. 010614 ... paste! he was one of god's own prototypes...too weird to live, too rare to die. 010614 ... Kiana* Awsome 020328 ... Julie* Order some golfshoes, otherwise we'll never get out of this place alive. Impossible to walk in this muck. . 020328 ... Julie* I was right in the middle of a fucking reptile zoo, and somebody was giving these goddamn things booze. wont be long now, before they tear us to shreds! 020328 ... celestias shadow you can't stop here! this is bat country! 040117 ... Puffycloud "When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro" 040118 ... Doctor Gonzo Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side. This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cop-heart. Make the bastard chase you. He will follow. 040804 ... Doctor Gonzo Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side. This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cop-heart. Make the bastard chase you. He will follow. 040804 ... jane please, tell me about the fucking golf shoes 070517 ... L. Let's get down to the brass tacks, how much for the ape? 070517 ... birdmad There he goes...one of God's own prototypes. A variety of high powered mutant never considered for mass production...too weird to live, too rare to die 070517 ... jackie "doctor gonzo" mc cracken "as your attorney, I advise you to take a hit from the small brown bottle in my shaving kit" 070517 ... Ouroboros Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only real cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas. 070521 ... jane for halloween he's supposed to be raoul duke & i'm going to be the attorney. but now that i'm out of money i'm not sure if i can even afford such a silly costume. to everyone else's misfortune. 071022 what's it to you? who go blather from