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The sporting editors had also given me $300 in cash, most of which was already spent on extremely dangerous drugs. The trunk looked like a mobile police narcotics lab.

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 multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers… and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls.