Fear and loathing in las vegas drugs7/8/2023 ![]() ![]() I took a half dozen tabs mixed with a few black bombers and shot a gram of scag into my eyeball. It was the Samoan that saw the hitchhiker and said: "Let's give this Okie a lift." The kid got in and started talking. A New York magazine had taken care of the reservations and the editor had given me $300 in expenses which I'd already spent on two bags of grass, five sheets of acid, 75 hits of mescaline, a salt-shaker of cocaine, a galaxy of uppers, downers and screamers and a bottle of ether in LA before we left. There was still 100 miles to go and we had to get to Vegas by 4pm to claim our press suite for the Mint 400. ![]() The sky was full of screaming bats and my attorney, the Samoan, was pouring beer on his chest. We were somewhere on the edge of the desert when the drugs took hold.
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