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Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas :: Thompson Hunter S.
Страница: 198 из 255"I'm a whiskey man, myself," hewas saying. "We don't have much problem with drugs down where I come from."
"You will," said my attorney. "One of these nights you'll wake up and find a junkie tearing your bedroom apart."
"Naw!" said the Georgia man. "Not down in my parts." I joined them and ordered a tall glass of rum, with ice.
"You're another one of these California boys," he said. Your friend here's been tellin' me about dope fiends."
"They're everywhere," I said. "Nobody's safe. And sure as not in the South. They like the warm weather."
They work in pairs," said my attorney. "Sometimes in gangs. They'll climb right into your bedroom and sit on your chest, with big Bowie knives." He nodded solemniy. '"They might even sit your wife’s chest - put the blade right down on her throat.”
“Jesus god almighty,” "said the southerner. "What the hell's goin’ on in this country?”
"You'd never believe it," said my attorney. "In L.A. it's out of control. First it was drugs, now it's witchcraft."
"Witchcraft? Shit, you can't mean it!"
"Read the newspapers," I said. "Man, you don't know trouble until you have to face down a bunch of these addicts gone crazy for human sacrifice!"
"Naw!" he said. "That's science fiction stuff!"
"Not where we operate," said my attorney. "Hell, in Malibu alone, these goddamn Satan-worshippers kill six or eight people every day." He paused to sip his drink. "And all they want is the blood," he continued. "They'll take people right off the street if they have to." He nodded. "Hell, yes. Just the other day we had a case where they grabbed a girl right out of a McDonald's hamburger stand. She was a waitress. About six teen years old… with a lot of people watching, too!"
"What happened?" said our friend. "What did they do to her?" He seemed very agitated by what he was hearing.
“ Do?" said my attorney. "Jesus Christ man. They chopped her goddamn head off right there in the parking lot! Then they cut all kinds of holes in her and sucked out the blood!"
"God almighty!" The Georgia man exclaimed… "And nobody did anything?"
"What could they do?" I said. "The guy that took the head was about six-seven and maybe three hundred pounds. He was packing two Lugers, and the others had M-16s. They were all veterans. "
"The big guy used to be a major in the Marines," said my attorney. "We know where he lives, but we can't get near the house."
“Naw!” our friend shouted. "Not a major!"
"He wanted the pineal gland," I said. "That's how he got so big.
"You will," said my attorney. "One of these nights you'll wake up and find a junkie tearing your bedroom apart."
"Naw!" said the Georgia man. "Not down in my parts." I joined them and ordered a tall glass of rum, with ice.
"You're another one of these California boys," he said. Your friend here's been tellin' me about dope fiends."
"They're everywhere," I said. "Nobody's safe. And sure as not in the South. They like the warm weather."
They work in pairs," said my attorney. "Sometimes in gangs. They'll climb right into your bedroom and sit on your chest, with big Bowie knives." He nodded solemniy. '"They might even sit your wife’s chest - put the blade right down on her throat.”
“Jesus god almighty,” "said the southerner. "What the hell's goin’ on in this country?”
"You'd never believe it," said my attorney. "In L.A. it's out of control. First it was drugs, now it's witchcraft."
"Witchcraft? Shit, you can't mean it!"
"Read the newspapers," I said. "Man, you don't know trouble until you have to face down a bunch of these addicts gone crazy for human sacrifice!"
"Naw!" he said. "That's science fiction stuff!"
"Not where we operate," said my attorney. "Hell, in Malibu alone, these goddamn Satan-worshippers kill six or eight people every day." He paused to sip his drink. "And all they want is the blood," he continued. "They'll take people right off the street if they have to." He nodded. "Hell, yes. Just the other day we had a case where they grabbed a girl right out of a McDonald's hamburger stand. She was a waitress. About six teen years old… with a lot of people watching, too!"
"What happened?" said our friend. "What did they do to her?" He seemed very agitated by what he was hearing.
“ Do?" said my attorney. "Jesus Christ man. They chopped her goddamn head off right there in the parking lot! Then they cut all kinds of holes in her and sucked out the blood!"
"God almighty!" The Georgia man exclaimed… "And nobody did anything?"
"What could they do?" I said. "The guy that took the head was about six-seven and maybe three hundred pounds. He was packing two Lugers, and the others had M-16s. They were all veterans. "
"The big guy used to be a major in the Marines," said my attorney. "We know where he lives, but we can't get near the house."
“Naw!” our friend shouted. "Not a major!"
"He wanted the pineal gland," I said. "That's how he got so big.