See You Space Cowboy...

Vivid Imagination and Dark Thoughts!

When life closes a door...
Breach a wall!

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..."
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 ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
animals?
No point mentioning these bats. I
thought. The poor bastard will see
them soon enough.
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.
One toke. You poor fool. Wait
till you see those ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ bats.