H A R D C O R E - A L T I J D
You Want A Beer..? NO..? Some Ether Than?
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 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.
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... and a voice was screaming: Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?
