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                            Me on cold medication

> We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs
> began to take hold. I remember saying something like “I feel a bit
> lightheaded; 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, all
> swooping and screeching and diving 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 it was quiet again. My attorney had taken his shirt off and was
> pouring beer on his chest, to facilitate the tanning process. “What the
> hell are you yelling about?” he muttered, staring up at the sun with his
> eyes closed and covered with wraparound Spanish sunglasses. “Never mind,” I
> said. “It's your turn to drive.” I hit the brakes and aimed the Great Red
> Shark toward the shoulder of the highway. No point mentioning those bats, I
> thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough.
>
> It was almost noon, and we still had more than a hundred miles to go. They
> would be tough miles. Very soon, I knew, we would both be completely
> twisted. But there was no going back, and no time to rest. We would have to
> ride it out.
>

“Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas [1]”
–Hunter S. Thompson

Pretty much sums up today.

[1] http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0679602984/conmanlaborat-

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