You’ve gotta read this book. Especially if you like drugs. And really, who doesn’t? It opens with our journalist setting out on a road trip to Las Vegas with his lawyer to cover a race–which, naturally, they don’t really attend. What do two bachelor fiends pack for a road trip?
“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 and a whole galaxy of multicolored 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…”
Promising, isn’t it?
Unsurprisingly, they careen through this trip screwing over and horrifying everyone they come into contact with. They even find themselves invited to cover a national drug conference, also in Vegas. You know, for law enforcement. I was once convinced to attend a state trooper graduation. My response was very similar in that I also felt like a double-agent in the hive of the enemy. Needless to say, once you get used to the writing style this book is phenomenally entertaining. I was laughing out loud through my shock over and over.