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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.
There are people in this world who dress up and act like clowns; I don't like these people. I am not clownophobic (or to be politically /scientifically correct, coulrophobic). I do not fear clowns. Really. I don't. They are just not nice people. They scare little kids, they cause neurosis in some adults, they have big floppy feet, they try to fit too many of their kind in a car, I could go on and on.
You know how people ask:WISH 1: If the word clown is used on a homepage or website, I wish that it was some kind of Internet-Law that it had to be crossed out --just to symbolize how annoying clowns can be.
WISH 2: I wish that all clowns had to go down to DMV at the same time to register their silly clown cars (that would be a good start to the world hunger problems--if they're stuck in line at DMV then they can't eat up all of our food)!
WISH 3: I wish that I could form an alliance of rational people to join me in my irrational hatred of these "merry-makers".
