Hi. I like pretty things, being nocturnal, reflecting idly and the rain.
We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like “I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive… .” 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.—
Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas … with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.
As your attorney I advise you to tell me where you put the goddamn mescaline.
I always drive properly. A bit fast, perhaps, but always with consummate skill and a natural feel for the road that even cops recognize. No cop was ever born who isn’t a sucker for a finely-executed hi-speed Controlled Drift all the way around one of those cloverleaf freeway interchanges.
As your attorney, it is my duty to inform you that it is not important that you understand what I’m doing or why you’re paying me so much money. What’s important is that you continue to do so.
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda… You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning…. And that, I think, was the handle —- that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting —- on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave…
I’ve celebrated every 4:20 (de la manana y de la tarde) for the past 3 days straight.
This is my life right now. Did I mention I have a lab practical in an hour and a half?
Coming soon: “What I Should Have Done This Week” featuring the inevitable frenzied panic associated with indulging in dangerous degrees of apathy and indolence.
Clearing pictures off my phone and found this gem.. he never lets me do anything fun >:(
Yoda cookies! They make you “wise” ;)