Hunter S. ThompsonPART ONE
CHAPTER ONE
We were somewhere near Barstow, in the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like ''I feel a bit dizzy; maybe you should drive...'' And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us, and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, flying around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: ''Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?''
Then all was quiet again. My attorney had taken his shirt off and was pouring beer on his chest to speed up the tanning process.
''What the hell are you talking about?'' he asked, staring up at the sun with his eyes closed and covered with sunglasses.
''Never mind,'' I said. ''It's your turn to drive.''
I hit the brakes and pulled the Great Red Shark over to the side of the highway. No point mentioning those bats, I thought. Soon the poor bastard will see them himself. It was almost noon, and we still had more than a hundred miles to go. Difficult miles. Very soon, I knew, we would both be completely twisted. But there was no going back, and no time to rest. We would ride it out. Press-registration for the fabulous Mint 400 had already started, and we had to be there by four to get our sound-proof suite. A fashionable sporting magazine in New York had paid for the reservations and this huge red Chevy convertible we rented... and I was, after all, a professional journalist, so I had to cover the story, for good or ill.
The sporting-editors had also given me $300 in cash, most of which was already spent on extremely dangerous drugs. The trunk of our car looked like a mobile police narcotics lab. 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 galaxy of uppers and downers, and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of ether, and two dozen amyls. All this had been collected the night before. Driving all over Los Angeles, we picked up everything we could get our hands on. It's not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get into a serious drug collection, you go as far as you can.