Hunter S Thomson was a Genius.

The ether was wearing off. The acid was long gone.
But the mescaline was running strong. Good
mescaline comes on slow. First hour's all waiting,
and then about halfway through second hour. You
start cursing the creep who burned you because

nothing's happening. And then... Come on now,
let's all take some mescaline! One of the things
you learn after years of dealing with drug people,
is that you can turn your back on a person, but
never turn your back on a drug. Shimmering,
crisping...

There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.

A drug person can learn to cope with things like seeing their dead grandmother crawling up their leg with a knife in her teeth. But no one should be asked to handle this trip.

Our vibrations were getting nasty. But why? Was there no communication in this car? Had we deteriorated to the level of dumb beasts?

My attorney had never caught on to the notion espoused by some former drug users that you can get a lot higher without drugs than with them. And neither have I, for that matter.