A savage journey to the heart of the American Dream
Mi s-a parut mai interesanta decat Junky a lui Burroughs, dar tot nu pot sa inteleg de ce e atat de populara. Mda, doi tipi care se drogheaza incontinuu si care trec prin fel de fel fel de stari, ies basma curata din tot felul de situatii aparent imposibile… si cam atat. Slabut.
Dar tot am gasit cateva citate dragute 😀
Hallucinations are bad enough. But after a while you learn to cope with things like seeing your dead grandmother crawling up your leg with a knife in her teeth. Most acid fanciers can handle this sort of thing. But nobody can handle that other trip – the possibility that any freak with $1.98 can walk into the Circus-Circus and suddenly appear in the sky over downtown Las Vegas twelve times the size of God, howling anything that comes into his head. No, this is not a good town for psychedelic drugs. Reality itself is too twisted.
Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era – the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run. . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were here and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant . . .
I looked pretty bad: wearing old Levis and white Chuck Taylor All – Star basketball sneakers. . . and my ten-peso Acapulco shirt had long since come apart at the shoulder seams from all that road – wind. My beard was about three days old, bordering on standard wino trim, and my eyes were totally hidden by Sandy Bull?s Saigon – mirror shades.
Att’y: Let me explain it to you, let me run it down just briefly if I can. We’re looking for the American Dream, and we were told it was somewhere in this area. . . Well, we’re here looking for it, ’cause they sent us out here all the way from San Francisco to look for it. That’s why they gave us this white Cadillac, they figure that we could catch up with it in that. . .