We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get into locked a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. 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.
-Those two men in the dock they gave me the LSD and they took me to the hotel. I don't know what they done to me, but I remember it was horrible.
-They gave you what?
-Castration! Double castration!
-Can I call you a cab?
-Sure, and I'll call you a cocksucker!
because all we want are drugs, glamour, fame, sex, elegance, fashion
There's no happy ending to cocaine. You either die, you go to jail, or else you run out.
Stay safe and don't forget to stay fabulous!!!