... and a voice was screaming: Holy Jesus!
"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 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 locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can." -Raul Duke (a.k.a. Hunter S. Thompson)
El verdadero y original Hunter S. Thompson... ¿Qué, acaso pensaban que era ficción?