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Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas :: Thompson Hunter S.
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"You'd make a pisspoor lawyer,"he replied. "Relax. I'll handle this."
He dialed the Americana and asked for 1600. "Hi, Lucy," he said. "Yeah, it's me. I got your message… what? Hell no, I taught the bastard a lesson he'll never forget…, what?… o, not dead, but he won't be bothering anybody for a while - yeah, I left him out there; I stomped him, then pulled all teeth out…
Jesus, I thought. What a terrible thing to lay on somebody a head full of acid.
“But here's the problem," he was saying. "I have to leave here right away. That bastard cashed a bad check downstairs and gave you as a reference, so they’ll be looking for both of you… yeah, I know, but you can’t judge a book by it’s cover, Lucy; some people are just basically rotten… anyway, the pie as a reference, so they'll be looking for both of us. The last thing in the world you want to do is call this hotel again; they'll trace the call and put you straight behind bars… no, I'm moving to the Tropicana right away; I'll call you from there when I know my room number… yeah, probably two hours; I have to act casual, or they'll capture me too… I think I'll probably use a different name, but I'll let you know what it is… sure, just as soon as I check in… what? of course; we'll go to the Circus-Circus and catch the polar bear act; it'll freak you right out..
He was nervously shifting the phone from ear to ear while he talked: "No…listen, I have to get off; they probably have the phone tapped… yeah, I know, it was horrible, but it's all over now… 0 MY GOD! THEY'RE KICKING THEDOOR DOWN!" He hurled the phone down and began shout ing: "No! Get away from me! I'm innocent! It was Duke! I swear to God!" He kicked the phon against the wall, then leaned down to it and began yelling again: "No, I don't know where she is! I think she went back to Montana. You'll never catch Lucy! She's gone!" He kicked the receiver again, then picked it up and held it about a foot away from his mouth as he uttered a long, quavering groan. "No! No! Don't put that thing on me!" he screamed. Then he slammed the phone down.
"Well," he said quietly. "That's that. She's probably stuffing herself down the incinerator about now." He smiled. "Yeah, I think that's the last we'll be hearing from Lucy."
I slumped on the bed. His performance had given me a bad jolt. For a moment I thought his mind had snapped-that he actually believed he was being attacked by invisible enemies.
But the room was quiet again. He was back in his chair, watching Mission Impossible and fumbling Idly with the hash pipe. It was empty. "Where's that opium?" he asked.
"You'd make a pisspoor lawyer,"he replied. "Relax. I'll handle this."
He dialed the Americana and asked for 1600. "Hi, Lucy," he said. "Yeah, it's me. I got your message… what? Hell no, I taught the bastard a lesson he'll never forget…, what?… o, not dead, but he won't be bothering anybody for a while - yeah, I left him out there; I stomped him, then pulled all teeth out…
Jesus, I thought. What a terrible thing to lay on somebody a head full of acid.
“But here's the problem," he was saying. "I have to leave here right away. That bastard cashed a bad check downstairs and gave you as a reference, so they’ll be looking for both of you… yeah, I know, but you can’t judge a book by it’s cover, Lucy; some people are just basically rotten… anyway, the pie as a reference, so they'll be looking for both of us. The last thing in the world you want to do is call this hotel again; they'll trace the call and put you straight behind bars… no, I'm moving to the Tropicana right away; I'll call you from there when I know my room number… yeah, probably two hours; I have to act casual, or they'll capture me too… I think I'll probably use a different name, but I'll let you know what it is… sure, just as soon as I check in… what? of course; we'll go to the Circus-Circus and catch the polar bear act; it'll freak you right out..
He was nervously shifting the phone from ear to ear while he talked: "No…listen, I have to get off; they probably have the phone tapped… yeah, I know, it was horrible, but it's all over now… 0 MY GOD! THEY'RE KICKING THEDOOR DOWN!" He hurled the phone down and began shout ing: "No! Get away from me! I'm innocent! It was Duke! I swear to God!" He kicked the phon against the wall, then leaned down to it and began yelling again: "No, I don't know where she is! I think she went back to Montana. You'll never catch Lucy! She's gone!" He kicked the receiver again, then picked it up and held it about a foot away from his mouth as he uttered a long, quavering groan. "No! No! Don't put that thing on me!" he screamed. Then he slammed the phone down.
"Well," he said quietly. "That's that. She's probably stuffing herself down the incinerator about now." He smiled. "Yeah, I think that's the last we'll be hearing from Lucy."
I slumped on the bed. His performance had given me a bad jolt. For a moment I thought his mind had snapped-that he actually believed he was being attacked by invisible enemies.
But the room was quiet again. He was back in his chair, watching Mission Impossible and fumbling Idly with the hash pipe. It was empty. "Where's that opium?" he asked.