“This is good medicine!”, I opened the door and reeled around to the driver’s side. I recall one night in the Matrix, when a road-person came in with a big pack on his back, shouting: “Anybody want some L … S … D …? Cover myself. I have total credit! But he couldn’t find the ticket. So they put us through the turnstiles and turned us loose inside. As far as you and the Mint people know, I am still up there in 1850 – legally and spiritually if not in the actual flesh – with a “Do Not Disturb” sign hung out to ward off disturbance. And now the weasels were closing in; I could smell the ugly brutes. They look like caricatures of used-car dealers from Dallas. “As your attorney I advise you to drive at top speed.”. The rental-man watched him nervously. I soaked another kleenex and fouled my own nose. Can you grasp that?”. Find out more in our Cookies & Similar Technologies Policy. Get out. This is the Sixth Reich. All the facts? “Don’t run,” I said. Some of the technologies we use are necessary for critical functions like security and site integrity, account authentication, security and privacy preferences, internal site usage and maintenance data, and to make the site work correctly for browsing and transactions. I knew it was Lacerda in that plane, heading back to New York. Who are these people? Some gibberish by a thing called “Three Dog Night,” about a frog named Jeremiah who wanted “Joy to the World.”, First Lennon, now this, I thought. Great! “Keep your hands off my fucking neck!” my attorney screamed. You poor fool! I remember saying something like “I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive. “What outfit you fellas with?” one of them shouted. The dwark approached our table cautiously, as I recall, and when he handed me the pink telephone I said nothing, merely listened. He has gone behind a cloud for the first time in three days. “No. Dead silence. Jesus, look at the floor! Actually, we’re both doctors of journalism, and we’re on our way to Las Vegas to cover the main story of our generation.” And then I began laughing. By the time we’d stopped at Three, he was trembling badly. …”. “We had a real freak on our hands. “Two women fucking a polar bear.”, “Please,” he said. Shotguns! How often does a chance like that come around? What have you done with the mescaline?”, He opened the bag and ate two pellets while I got the tape machine going. No question about that. “If a thing like this is worth doing at all, it’s worth doing right. Because my story was true. … Well, that’s fine.” He hung up and reached for the hash pipe. “Look over there,” I said. I was hoping to stop there for lunch.”. Every cell in my brain and body sagged. Right. “They’ll probably have a big net ready for us when we show up.”, He shook his head. “Well … that depends on how many people we fuck with between here and the door. I recognized that – but not soon enough to keep the drug doctor from humming me all the way down his driveway and into my car and down the mountain road. “What’s the entry fee?” I asked the desk-man. We’re right in the middle of a fucking reptile zoo! “That’s right – laugh about it!” he yelled. My attorney saw to that. One toke? “I’ll try,” I said. I am still vaguely haunted by our hitchhiker’s remarks about how he’d “never rode in a convertible before.” Here’s this poor geek living in a world of convertibles zipping past him on the highways all the time, an he’s never even ridden in one. “Jesus creeping shit!” said my attorney. Perhaps some connection with Joe Frazier. Strange medicine on the desert … a crisis of confidence. Old elephants limp off to the hills to die; old Americans go out to the highway and drive themselves to death with huge cars. Turn up the radio. We've sent you an email to confirm your subscription. Those scumbags were trying to kill us!”, Covering the story … a glimpse of the Press in action … ugliness & failure. Extreme tension. “Somebody call the police! Indeed. We’d be fools not to ride this strange torpedo all the way out to the end.”. …, “Ok,” I said, turning the tape over and pushing the “play” button. He said he was turning in early, so he can get out there to the starting line at dawn.”, My attorney was not listening. I lunged backwards into my attorney, who gripped my arm as he reached out to take the note. “Maybe you should only eat one of these,” he said. You can turn your back on a person, but never turn your back on a drug – especially when it’s waving a razor-sharp hunting knife in your eyes. “Righto!” I yelled. “But it was nothing like this.”, The frog-eyed woman clawed feverishly at his belt. The first thing you should do is contact the seller directly. “Jesus, that scene straightened me right out! “We’re with the factory team.”. Fuck you, Efrem, that wisdom cuts both ways. The lobby fairly reeked of high-grade formica and plastic palm trees – it was clearly a high-class refuge for Big Spenders. …, Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. “Nothing unusual. “I think there’s something wrong with me.”, Paranoid terror … and the awful specter of sodomy … a flashing of knives and green water. “Hang onto it,” I heard him say into the phone. …. Venal, mortal, carnal, major, minor – however you want to call it, Lord … I’m guilty. 100% microfiber (jersey 170 gr / sqm). This whole goddamn nightmare is the fault of that stinking, irresponsible magazine. “Man, this is the way to travel,” said my attorney. The Red Shark was out on Fremont where I’d left it. Hellish, speed … grappling with the California Highway Patrol … mano a mano on Highway 61, Tuesday, 12:30 PM … Baker, California … Into the Ballantine Ale now, zombie drunk and nervous. “We’ve wandered into a time capsule!”, Heavy hands grabbed our shoulders. They’ll hear you, don’t worry about that. This Great Red Shark full of Neutrogena soap bars? “Do they pay you to screw that bear?” he asked her. Two thugs wearing red/gold military overcoats were looming over the hood: “What the hell are you doing?” one screamed. Why not? The idea is to show him that you were always in total control of yourself and your vehicle – while he lost control of everything. “Never mind,” I said. “I’ve been awake for too long – three or four nights; I can’t even remember. “This telegram just came for you,” he said. Why not? “I think it’s about time to get into the ether and the cocaine.”, “Forget ether,” he said. Standing on a slab of concrete out here in the mesquite-desert, this scraggly little oasis in a wasteland north of Vegas … They were clustered, with their shotguns, about 50 yards away from a one-story concrete/block-house, half-shaded by ten or 12 trees and surrounded by cop-cars, bike-trailers and motorcycles. Except those room service tabs. “And you know? Read our Cookie Policy. '”, He accepted a cigarette from somebody in the crowd, still grinning as he lit up. Share to Reddit. “It’s all a big joke. …. Investigators of the sheriff’s homicide team who went to arrest the suspects said that one, a 24-year-old woman, attempted to fling herself through the glass doors of her trailer before being stopped by deputies. LOVE IT! The cop understood this. But now we found ourselves in a position that was hard to explain … blocking the entrance, thugs yelling at us, bad confusion. The Circus-Circus is what the whole hep world would be doing on Saturday night if the Nazis had won the war. None of us realized, at the time, that this was the last we would see of the “Fabulous Mint 400” –. “Because in spite of his race, this man is extremely valuable to me.” I glanced over at my attorney, but his mind was somewhere else. I had been there once, but only for a talk with the prisoners – and I didn’t want to go back, for any reason at all. My attorney was in the bathtub when I returned. Because we both understood, in that moment, that my Thunder Road, moonshine-bomber act had been totally wasted: We had both scared the piss out of ourselves for nothing at all – because the fact of this beer can in my hand made any argument about “speeding” beside the point. “I want to study its habits.”, He went over to the corner and began pulling on a chain to close the drapes. “Right,” I said. There was no way he could possibly understand what was happening. A good .357 is a hard thing to get, these days. Have you ever seen so much blood? …. Heinous vibrations, overwhelming sound. What day is this – Saturday?”, “Hah! Indeed. Neither one of us could pass for drunk. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. “Then I saw you standing outside.”. And that of course would finish us. “Last night I was out home in Long Beach and somebody said they were runnin’ the Mint 400 today, so I says to my old lady, ‘Man, I’m goin’.” He laughed. “Did you see what God just did to us?”, “God didn’t do that!” I shouted. “But he will be available. A natural street freak, just eating whatever came by. …, I made several attempts to make myself clear – just a neighbor come to call and ask the doctor’s advice about gobbling some LSD in my shack just down the hill from his house. Can’t you hear that shooting over there.”, He paused, listened for an instant, then suddenly began running toward the car. Coverwall, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Hunter S. Thompson. You understand, I hope. Yes, it was definitely time to leave. A constant speed is good for gas mileage – and for some reason that seemed important at the time. …. … Hell, I forgot all about this beer; you want one?”, “Never mind. This is not the right time for a showdown. Move confidently into their midst. I reached in my pocket for the room key; “1850,” it said. “There’s a rest area up ahead. “Say there … uh … you fellas are going to be careful with this car, aren’t you?”, “Well, good god!” he said. “Never mind,” I said. “Whatever’s right,” he said, beginning to jerk with the music. “Please stand up! Have you seen it?”. After all, I made no binding agreements; this is an institutional debt – nothing personal. A fashionable sporting magazine in New York had taken care of the reservations, along with this huge red Chevy convertible we’d just rented off a lot on the Sunset Strip … and I was, after all, a professional journalist; so I had an obligation to cover the story, for good or ill. I’m crazy. It would have to be dealt with. “Because this is a very ominous assignment – with overtones of extreme personal danger. Press registration for the fabulous Mint 400 was already underway, and we had to get there by four to claim our soundproof suite. What the hell are you doing out there in the middle of the fucking desert?”. For stress factors.”. The maids won’t come near that room as long as that sign is on a doorknob. “I checked the register for this man Thompson. Of course. Hallucinations are bad enough. 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 …”. Get a grip. …, Beyond that point the incredible dust-cloud that would hang over this part of the desert for the next two days was already formed up solid. How about ‘Zoom’?”, “No dice,” said the Ford man. …. It was too much to absorb all at once. “I seem to have lost my parking stub for that red convertible I left with you, but I want the car washed and ready to go in 30 minutes. …, My attorney was out of the car in a flash, waving a five dollar bill. “Come back and get a beer.” But apparently he couldn’t hear me. “When we get to Las Vegas I’ll have you chopped into hamburger. “One of these days I’ll toss a fucking bomb into that place! And then I hung up, turning to face my attorney. After a few blocks in the wrong direction on Main Street, I doubled back and aimed south, towards L.A. So I figured, well, just get this bugger back to Malibu, and it’s mine. We spent the rest of that night rounding up materials and packing the car. Yes. But he hadn’t written The Master Game yet, so I had no way of knowing. Wonderful luck. “This is my last drink,” he said. I meant no harm; I just liked the explosions. “Volume! You approach the turnstiles leading into the Circus-Circus and you know that when you get there, you have to give the man two dollars or he won’t let you inside … but when you get there, everything goes wrong: you misjudge the distance to the turnstile and slam against it, bounce off and grab hold of an old woman to keep from falling, some angry Rotarian shoves you and you think: What’s happening here? Too long. The clerk was still smiling. '”, I laughed and ripped open a beer can that foamed all over the back seat while I kept talking. “Now take that stuff and get the hell away from here,” one of them shouted through the slit. Yes, you probably won’t believe this, officer, but he suddenly hurled that knife into the brackish mescal waters near our feet, and then he gave me this revolver. We hesitated, then hurried inside. But I was in no mood or condition to spend another week in Las Vegas. Five more to go. Stay calm, keep reading the paper. I noticed he was wearing a .38 revolver on his belt. This bastard is trying to be human; he could take me straight to jail, but he’s telling me to take a fucking nap. All that shit in the car is yours! … What … Oh? The bill was a factor, I think. We take intellectual property concerns very seriously, but many of these problems can be resolved directly by the parties involved. But the car was hard to miss. Turn up the tape machine. Then they opened the door just wide enough to shove the equipment out, before slamming and locking it again. “You cheap honky faggots,” he snarled. But only half at first, I thought. They were spooked. “What do you mean, they won’t accept it? “And besides, it’s a long drive.”, On Monday morning he got a phone call from Reno – from the general manager of the casino he’d been working out on. Rum will be absolutely necessary to get through this night – to polish these notes, this shameful diary … keep the tape machine screaming all night long at top volume: “Allow me to introduce myself … I’m a man of wealth and taste.”. You see, about 24 hours ago we were sitting in the Polo Lounge of the Beverly Hills Hotel – in the patio section, of course – and we were just sitting there under this palm tree when this uniformed dwarf came up to me with a pink telephone and said, ‘This must be the call you’ve been waiting for all this time, sir. Send us a tip using our anonymous form. “A nap won’t help,” I said. It was extremely exciting and we all went outside to watch. Stand in front of this fantastic machine, my friend, and for just 99¢ your likeness will appear, 200 feet tall, on a screen above downtown Las Vegas. He knew. The race was definitely underway. Mercifully, the song ended. “Listen, madam,” he snapped. Washings without loss of quality- High-quality hypoallergenic fabrics from leading manufacturers. He answered at once. We want one of those new Belgian Heliowatts with a voice-activated shotgun mike, for picking up conversations in oncoming cars.”. “Good idea,” he said. Here I am sitting out here alone on this fucking desert, in this nest of armed loonies, with a very dangerous carload of hazards, horrors and liabilities that I must get back to L.A. Because if they nail me out here, I’m doomed. With Johnny Depp, Benicio Del Toro, Tobey Maguire, Michael Lee Gogin. Getting hold of the drugs had been no problem, but the car and the tape recorder were not easy things to round up at 6:30 on a Friday afternoon in Hollywood. “You paranoid scum!”, I drove around to the Circus-Circus Casino and parked near the back door. This garish, deep-orlon carpeted lobby of the Desert Inn seemed an inappropriate place to be haggling about nickel/dime bribes for the parking lot attendant. “We’re filming the race for a TV series – maybe we can use you.”, Mother of God, I thought. “You goddamn honkies are all the same.” By this time he’d opened a new bottle of tequila and was quaffing it down. “Watch your language! For reasons of my own …, None of which would make much sense in The Yard. We’re both out of our heads. Here it comes. It’s making me sick.”, “Worry? Western Union must have got the names reversed.” I held up the telegram, knowing he’d already read it. “That poor fool should have stayed where he was,” said my attorney. 49% Comedy 1998. I had taken all the grapefruit and other luggage out to the car a few hours earlier. So there was really no choice: We would have to run the gauntlet, and acid be damned. Would he dare to suck a sleeve? Let’s go back to the bar.”, But not yet. Outside, the lunatics were playing with their motorcycles, taping the headlights, topping off oil in the forks, last minute bolt-tightening (carburetor screws, manifold nuts, etc.) “This man has a bad heart, but I have plenty of medicine. Suddenly I felt guilty again. Skip to content. “Awake?” What do you mean?”, He seemed uncomfortable. What a fool I was to defy him. “How about “‘Nickle Nik’s Slot Arcade? “Those bastards will have the pigs on us!” We ran around the corner to the room. Where, for instance, was the last place the Las Vegas police would look for a drug-addled fraud-fugitive who just ripped off a downtown hotel? Meanwhile, on all the upstairs balconies, the customers are being hustled by every conceivable kind of bizarre shuck. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. 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By this time the drink was beginning to cut the acid and my hallucinations were down to a tolerable level. I was a relatively respectable citizen – a multiple felon, perhaps, but certainly not dangerous. How many off-duty hours would he have to spend hanging around the courthouse, waiting to testify against me? Humming. But we have the cure for it. Do you realize who the fuck you’re talking to?”, “Don’t take any guff from these swine,” I said as he slammed the phone down. Not stopped or pulled over: nothing routine. He will not be reasonable at first … but no matter. “No,” I said. “That cheap mescaline wore off a long time ago, and I don’t know if I can stand the smell of that goddamn ether any longer.”, “I like it,” I said. I thought. And also to maintain our rhythm on the road. And somebody’s giving booze to these goddamn things! I stopped the car. … The Far Side of Reality. The whole blotter was chewed up. Right. But it doesn’t matter, does it? We had sampled almost everything else, and now – yes, it was time for a long snort of ether. What have I said? After signing all the papers, I got in the car and almost lost control of it while backing across the lot to the gas pump. Deadly poison! This madness goes on and on, but nobody seems to notice. “With a mind like yours, you’ll probably want the land-crab. “We’re in a hell of a hurry. And certainly not for my attorney – a very conspicuous person. I could see the strip/hotel skyline looming through the blue desert ground-haze: The Sahara, the landmark, the Americana and the ominous Thunderbird – a cluster of grey rectangles in the distance, rising out of the cactus. “Don’t come anywhere near this place!” I shouted. “Where ya headin’, young man?”, He smiled. And I liked to shoot them – especially at night, when the great blue flame would leap out, along with all that noise … and, yes, the bullets, too. All our shipments with tracking numbers!Quality:- HD printing. Where’s the elevator?”. Is it better to wear my purple and green Acapulco shirt, or nothing at all? It was too horrible. We were sitting at a small round gold formica table, moving in orbit around the bartender. Etsy keeps your payment information secure. “The sporting press,” I yelled. Up to eight … then open again. “Say,” he said. Yes, of course – just bill the room. “We’re not like the others.”. This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family. Of course. “What the fuck do you mean?”, “What do you ride?” she asked with a quick smile. He took a long snort and fell back on the seat, staring straight up at the sun. I need a lawyer immediately!”, “What are you doing in Baker?” he said. Was I talking? Why push him? My mind became calm. But nobody can handle that other trip – the possibility that any freak with $1.98 can walk into the Circus-Circus and suddenly appear in the sky over downtown Las Vegas 12 times the size of God, howling anything that comes into his head. He will lock his brakes about the same time you lock yours, but it will take him a moment to realize that he’s about to make a 180-degree turn at this speed … but you will be ready for it, braced for the Gs and the fast heel-toe work, and with any luck at all you will have come to a complete stop off the road at the top of the turn and be standing beside your automobile by the time he catches up. Why worry about details? … but collapse is out of the question; as a solution or even a cheap alternative, it is unacceptable. The engines were all roaring; we could barely hear each other. “Why not five?” I smacked the bar with my open, bleeding palm. Right above the gambling tables the Forty Flying Carazito Brothers are doing a high-wire trapeze act, along with four muzzled Wolverines and the Six Nymphet Sisters from San Diego … so you’re down on the main floor playing blackjack, and the stakes are getting high when suddenly you chance to look up, and there, right smack above your head is a half-naked 14-year-old girl being chased through the air by a snarling wolverine, which is suddenly locked in a death battle with two silver-painted Polacks who come swinging down from opposite balconies and meet in mid-air on the wolverine’s neck … both Polacks seize the animal as they fall straight down towards the crap tables – but they bounce off the net; they separate and spring back up towards the roof in three different directions, and just as they’re about to fall again they are grabbed out of the air by three Korean Kittens and trapezed off to one of the balconies. Completely fucked. “I hate to say this,” said my attorney as we sat down at the Merry-Go-Round Bar on the second balcony, “but this place is getting to me. Never pull over with the first siren-howl. What was the meaning of this trip? “Turn it up. We’ll be in the bar.”, The woman shrugged as he led me away. Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side when he sees the big red light behind him … and then he will start apologizing, begging for mercy. The woman’s face was changing: swelling, pulsing … horrible green jowls and fangs jutting out, the face of a Moray Eel! “But as your attorney I advise you to drive over to the Tropicana and pick up on Guy Lombardo. To hell with this panic. “We want this car parked! The fuckers are closing in.”, “Who?” he said. If I go to sleep now, I’m dead for 20 hours.”, Good God, I thought. The line between madness and masochism was already hazy; the time had come to pull back … to retire, hunker down, back off and “cop out,” as it were. “Did you see that?” he said as he caught up with me. Yes. Lacerda? “We’ll need all we can get.”, I agreed. That was only in my brain, some long-lost echo of a painful dawn in Toronto … a long time ago, half-mad in another world. The American Dream. “And for Christ’s sake don’t smoke that pipe at stoplights. I already had one car, but it was far too small and slow for desert work. He says he’s a photographer, but when I mentioned Savage Henry – well, that did it; he freaked. The elevator was crowded with race people: it was taking a long time to get from floor to floor. “Did you see that? “As your attorney, I advise you not to worry about me.”, The TV news was about the Laos Invasion – a series of horrifying disasters: explosions and twisted wreckage, men fleeing in terror, Pentagon generals babbling insane lies. The bartender seemed to be watching us. For a moment I thought he had blown it … then one of the doormen reached out for the bill, saying: “Ok, Ok. I’ll take care of it, sir.” And he tore off a parking stub. There was also a “koffee & donut canteen” in the bunker, but those of us who had been up all night in places like the Circus-Circus were in no mood for coffee & donuts. “Let’s save it for soaking down the rug in the suite. “Wait a minute!” my attorney shouted … and then to the girl: “Pardon me, lady, but I think there’s some kind of ignorant chicken-sucker in this car who needs his face cut open.” He plunged his hand into the pocket of his black plastic jacket and turned to face the people crowded into the rear of the elevator. (20% off), Sale Price €15.33 But he won’t know what to make of your blinker-signal that says you’re about to turn right. The music was very loud, and he was moving away from us at good speed. And why else would he back away from the road? '”, Lacerda agreed, and sometime around noon he went out on the desert, again, in the company of our driver, Joe. It’ll outrun the F-111 until takeoff.”, “Takeoff?” he said. “This is Doctor Gonzo in eight-fifty,” he said. Ship items back within: 60 days of delivery, Request a cancellation within: 12 hours of purchase. Still no sound or movement in the crowded car. “My heart feels like an alligator! Now he has her.”. It helps to have a police/press badge in your wallet when he calms down enough to ask for your license. Are you ready for that? “Kill?” I realized I could never properly explain that word to this creature in DeRopp’s garden. The boy’s face was a mask of pure fear and bewilderment. “They don’t grow out here in the desert.” He sliced the grapefruit into quarters … then into eighths … then 16ths … then he began slashing aimlessly at the residue. In my mind I was right back there in DeRopp’s garden. No flowers in this town. “They’ll kill us both,” he said. Opening it. I nodded, barely able to speak. “It’s serious now. But in the meantime, for the next five or six hours, I’d be the most conspicuous thing on this goddamn evil road – the only fireapple-red shark convertible between Butte and Tijuana … blazing along this desert highway with a half-naked hillbilly mental case at the wheel. He was staring at something else … my attorney; no longer wearing his Danish sunglasses, no longer wearing his Acapulco shirt … a very crazy looking person, half-naked and breathing heavily. We had trouble, again, at the car rental agency. Better to get the hell out of this atavistic state at high speed. “Look,” I said, “you’d better put that goddamn blade away and get your head straight. He’s back! And we were chock full of that. Was I just roaming around these Mint Hotel escalators in a drug frenzy of some kind or had I really come out here to Las Vegas to work on a story? “What confused us,” he said, “was Doctor Gonzo’s signature on this telegram from Los Angeles – when we knew he was here in the hotel.” He shrugged. One grey lump of sugar and Boom. Can you send up a duplicate stub? “On the Sawtooth National Bank. The lead story was a screaming blue headline across the top of the page: “An overdose of heroin was listed as the official cause of death for pretty Diane Hamby, 19, whose body was found stuffed in a refrigerator last week, according to the Clark County Coroner’s office. Why don’t you pull over and sleep a few hours?”, I instantly understood what he was telling me, but for some insane reason I shook my head. What kind of rat-bastard psychotic would play that song – right now, at this moment? The idea of trying to “cover this race” in any conventional press-sense was absurd: It was like trying to keep track of a swimming meet in an Olympic – sized pool filled with talcum powder instead of water. “The Battle Hymn of Lieutenant Calley”: “… as we go marching on …When I reach my finalcampground, in that land beyond the sun,and the Great Commanderasks me …”, “… We responded to their rifle fire with everything we had …”. A very popular song: “Like a bridge over troubled waters … I will lay me down …”. “What class are you in?”, “Class?” he snapped. The door closed. …. I left the Shark by the phone booth and reeled across the highway into the Hardware Barn. We suggest contacting the seller directly to respectfully share your concerns. “They’ll pick your bones clean before morning.”, “You whore,” I said. Debbie Reynolds was yukking across the stage in a shiny black Afro wig … to the tune of “Sergeant Pepper,” from the golden trumpet of Harry James. She’d been mooning at his elbows for two hours, and now she was making her move. I shook my head and got back in the car, feeling raped. This is the main advantage of 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 – severence of all connection between the body and the brain. Please carefully read our table of sizes (see product image)Careful care:- It could be washed in warm water (40 ° C).- Usually, it is no need to be ironing. Put that tape on.”. The sporting editors had also given me $300 in cash, most of which was already spent on extremely dangerous drugs.