Originally posted by Starrmandogs ---- the pope - no fault of mine...
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. Not that we needed all that for the
trip, but ...[text shortened]... a man in the depths of an ether binge.
And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.
Originally posted by StarrmanJesus, just reading that makes me hungry.
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. Not that we needed all that for the
trip, but ...[text shortened]... a man in the depths of an ether binge.
And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.
Originally posted by StarrmanIf the pigs were gathering in Vegas, I felt the drug culture should be represented as well. And there was a certain bent appeal in the notion of running a savage burn on one Las Vegas hotel, and then just wheeling across town and checking into another. Me and a thousand ranking cops from all over America. Why not? Move confidently into their midst.
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. Not that we needed all that for the
trip, but ...[text shortened]... a man in the depths of an ether binge.
And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.
How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?
Originally posted by StarrmanWe were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold... 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, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas...
How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to ...[text shortened]... n like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?
Originally posted by SeitseYes, in Las Vegas. And no. I don't know what the school was called or what else you could study there, but she studied classical music (oboe). From what I have heard, the school wasn't much different from any other place where you can study classical music.
In Las Vegas?
Was it showgirl, Wayne Newton and 'Sigfried & Roy' artists school?