Granted, but you start World War III. You are branded a war criminal and sentenced to death. I wish for a quart of Wild Turkey, a quart of rum, 75 pellets of mescalin, a pint of raw ether, an ounce of cocaine, a pound of grass, two sheets of high-power blotter acid, 24 amyls, and a multitude of uppers, downers, laughers and screamers. Not that we needed all that for the trip; but once you get hooked into a serious [drug] collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. What I was really worried about was the ether. There is nothing more irresponsible and depraved as a man in the depths of an ether binge. And knew we'd get into that rotten pretty soon!