We can't stop here. This is bat country.
We can't stop here. This is bat country.
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I'm getting a raging clue right now!
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Lol, "you're giving me such a clue!" "Let's follow it, it's pointing that way"
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But my clue is pointing this way!
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No point mentioning those bats, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough.
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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. Probably at the next gas station.
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In my early years, I was offered ether once. And I've never seen nor heard from it since (granted, I never really tried to find it)... but it was probably one of the rarer substances I've crossed paths with
When I first read Fear and Loathing, that quote stuck out a bit for me. I could see it; how easy those depths could be found (and completely forgotten). I've done my fair share of Xanax-over-indulgence in the past, but even that didn't fully compare.
Xanax is over and done when you've lost yourself; there's no memory coming back. Ether keeps downing you while you're constantly coming back, and it becomes a hell of a rollercoaster. Like a fever-dream type thing — it is not something I could imagine publicly-indulging on... let alone, doing that while tripping, fucking hell!
So that quote rang a little true to me. I'd wager there really is nothing 'more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge', especially when compounding with other chemicals. I literally couldn't imagine... and kinda glad I never found out lol. God speed for anyone testing those waters
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This is bat country!
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The hard drug boys. Vol 420
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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, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, 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.
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