LSD

Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish, a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found out a way to live out there where the ‘real’ wind blows—to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested....


Res ipsa loquitor.
Let the good times roll.

--Generation of Swine, Hunter S. Thompson
Author’s note, 1998