A moveable bacchanalia from Hunter Thompson's Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
, 1970. Quite a tableau, or so I've heard. I laughed; I cried; I wondered and awed; and tripped and crashed along with Raoul Duke and Dr. Gonzo.
"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 Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. . . . But the only thing that worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible than a man in the depths of an ether binge." **
** Copied from the third draft of the novel's screenplay script by Alex Cox and Tod Davies;
http://www.dailyscript.com/scripts/fear ... x-cox.html
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