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Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas :: Thompson Hunter S.
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“OK,” said my attorney. “That’s it for now. We probably won;t be seeing you again until the hammer comes down. You’ll be better off ignoring us until we leave. Don’t bother to make up the room. Just elave a pile of towels and soap outside the door, exactly at modnight.” He smiled. “That way, we won;t have to risk another one of these little incidents, will we?”
She moved towards the door. “Whatever you say gentlemen. I can;t tell you how sorry I am about what happened… but it was only because I didn't realize. "
My attorney ushered her out. "We understand," he said "But it's all over now. Thank God for the decent people.”
She smiled as she closed the door behind her.
She nodded, repeating the code several times, while we lis tened to make sure she
had it right.
"OK," said my attorney. "That's it for Dow. We probably won't be seeing you
again until the hammer comes down. You'll be better off ignoring us until we
leave. Don't bother to make up the room. Just leave a pile of towels and soap
outside the door, exactly at midnight." lie smiled. "That way, we won't
have to risk another one of theep little incidents, will we?"
12. Return to the Circus - Circus… Looking for the Ape… to Hell with the American Dream
Almost seventy-two hours had passed since that strange encounter, and no maid had set foot in the room. I wondered what Alice had told them. We had seen her once, trundling a laundry cart across the parking area as we rolled up in the Whale but we offered no sign of recognition and she seemed understand.
But it couldn't last much longer. The room was full of used towels; they were hanging everywhere. The bathroom floor was about six inches deep with soap bars, vomit, and grape fruit rinds, mixed with broken glass. I had to put my boots on every I went in there to piss. The nap of the mottled grey rug was so thick with marijuana seeds that it appeared to be turning green.
The general back-alley ambience of the suite was so rotten, so incredibly foul, that I figured I could probably get away with claiming it was some kind of "Life-slice exhibit" that we’d brought down from Haight Street, to show cops from other parts of the country how deep into filth and degeneracy the drug people will sink, if left to their own devices.
“OK,” said my attorney. “That’s it for now. We probably won;t be seeing you again until the hammer comes down. You’ll be better off ignoring us until we leave. Don’t bother to make up the room. Just elave a pile of towels and soap outside the door, exactly at modnight.” He smiled. “That way, we won;t have to risk another one of these little incidents, will we?”
She moved towards the door. “Whatever you say gentlemen. I can;t tell you how sorry I am about what happened… but it was only because I didn't realize. "
My attorney ushered her out. "We understand," he said "But it's all over now. Thank God for the decent people.”
She smiled as she closed the door behind her.
She nodded, repeating the code several times, while we lis tened to make sure she
had it right.
"OK," said my attorney. "That's it for Dow. We probably won't be seeing you
again until the hammer comes down. You'll be better off ignoring us until we
leave. Don't bother to make up the room. Just leave a pile of towels and soap
outside the door, exactly at midnight." lie smiled. "That way, we won't
have to risk another one of theep little incidents, will we?"
12. Return to the Circus - Circus… Looking for the Ape… to Hell with the American Dream
Almost seventy-two hours had passed since that strange encounter, and no maid had set foot in the room. I wondered what Alice had told them. We had seen her once, trundling a laundry cart across the parking area as we rolled up in the Whale but we offered no sign of recognition and she seemed understand.
But it couldn't last much longer. The room was full of used towels; they were hanging everywhere. The bathroom floor was about six inches deep with soap bars, vomit, and grape fruit rinds, mixed with broken glass. I had to put my boots on every I went in there to piss. The nap of the mottled grey rug was so thick with marijuana seeds that it appeared to be turning green.
The general back-alley ambience of the suite was so rotten, so incredibly foul, that I figured I could probably get away with claiming it was some kind of "Life-slice exhibit" that we’d brought down from Haight Street, to show cops from other parts of the country how deep into filth and degeneracy the drug people will sink, if left to their own devices.