The rear-windows leaped up with a touch, like frogs in a dynamite pond. It was a wonderful machine: Ten grand worth of gimmicks and big-priced Special Effects. I could sit in the red-leather driver's seat and make every inch of the car jump, by touching the proper buttons. The bolded lines are from the film version.

I felt like a monster reincarnation of Horatio Alger, a man on the move, and just sick enough to be totally confident. We'd gone in search of the American dream, it had been a lame fuck around. Then on to the Hollywood freeway straight into frantic oblivion. Just a flat-out high speed burn through Baker, and Barstow, and Berdoo.

There was only one road back to L.A., U.S.So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark - that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back. We had all the momentum we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. There was no point in fighting - on our side or theirs. Not in any mean or military sense we didnвЂ™t need that. And that, I think, was the handle - that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. There was madness in any direction, at any hour. But no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time in the world. Maybe it meant something, maybe not, in the long run. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a main era. Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas.It was actually written by Thompson much later in 'The Banshee Screams for Buffalo Meat.') (This quote, while used in the movie, is not actually from the book. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. There was no sense in blowing everything away for the sake of some violent ape I'd never even met.Psychedelics are almost irrelevant in a town where you can wander in a casino any time in the day or night and witness the crucifixion of a gorilla.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.trap us in a steel box and take us down to the basement. Don't go near that elevator - that's just what they want us to do.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. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. 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. Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. We had two bags of grass, 75 pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers.Jesus! Bad waves of paranoia, madness, fear and loathing, intolerable vibrations in this place.PLEASE, TELL ME ABOUT THE FUCKING GOLF SHOES!.I was right in the middle of a fucking reptile zoo! And somebody was giving booze to these god damn things! It wont be long now, before they tear us to shreds.Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me? He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. How long could we maintain? I wondered.Bazooko's Circus is what the whole hep world would be doing every Saturday night if the Nazis had won the war. 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 nobody should be asked to handle this trip.

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