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Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas :: Thompson Hunter S.
Страница: 35 из 255Shit, there’s nothing in the world like a Mace high - forty - five minutes on your knees with the dry heaves, gasping for breath. It’ll calm you right down.”
He stared in my general direction, trying to focus. “You cheap honky sonofabitch,” he muttered. “You’d do it, wouldn’t you?”
“Why not?” I said. “Hell, just a minute ago you were asking me to kilt you! And now you want to kill me! What I should do, goddamn it, is call the police!”
He sagged. “The cops?”
I nodded. “Yeah, there’s no choice. I wouldn’t dare go to sleep with you wandering around in this condition - with a head full of acid and wanting to slice me up with that god - damn knife.”
He rolled his eyes for a moment, then tried to smile.
“Who said anything about slicing you up?” he mumbled. I just wanted to carve a little Z on your forehead - nothing serious.”
He shrugged and reached for a cigarette of the TV set,
I menaced him again with the Mace can. "Get back in that tub," I said. "Eat some reds and try to calm down. Smoke some grass, shoot some smack - shit, dowhatever you have to do, but let me get some rest."
He shrugged and smiled distractedly, as if everything I'd said made perfect sense.
"Hell yes," he said very earnestly. "You really need some sleep. You have towork tomorrow." He shook his head sadly and turned back toward the bathroom. "God damn! What a bummer." He waved me off. "Try to rest," he said."Don't let me keep you up."
I nodded, and watched him shuffle back into the bathroom - still holding the blade, but now he seemed unaware of it. The acid had shifted gears on him; the next phase would probably be one of those hellishly intense introspection night mares. Four hours or so of catatonic despair; but nothing physical, nothing dangerous. I watched the door close behind him, then I quietly slid a heavy, sharp - angled chair up in front of the bathroom knob and put the Mace can beside the alarm clock.
The room was very quiet. I walked over to the TV set and turned it on to a dead channel - white noise at maximum decibels, a fine sound for sleeping, a powerful continuous hiss to drown out everything strange.
8. "Genius 'Round the Wand Stands Hand in Hand, and One Shock of Recognition Runs the Whole Circle 'Round" - Art LinkIetter
I live in a quiet place, where any sound at night means some thing is about to happen: You come awake fast - thinking, what does that mean?
Usually nothing.
He stared in my general direction, trying to focus. “You cheap honky sonofabitch,” he muttered. “You’d do it, wouldn’t you?”
“Why not?” I said. “Hell, just a minute ago you were asking me to kilt you! And now you want to kill me! What I should do, goddamn it, is call the police!”
He sagged. “The cops?”
I nodded. “Yeah, there’s no choice. I wouldn’t dare go to sleep with you wandering around in this condition - with a head full of acid and wanting to slice me up with that god - damn knife.”
He rolled his eyes for a moment, then tried to smile.
“Who said anything about slicing you up?” he mumbled. I just wanted to carve a little Z on your forehead - nothing serious.”
He shrugged and reached for a cigarette of the TV set,
I menaced him again with the Mace can. "Get back in that tub," I said. "Eat some reds and try to calm down. Smoke some grass, shoot some smack - shit, dowhatever you have to do, but let me get some rest."
He shrugged and smiled distractedly, as if everything I'd said made perfect sense.
"Hell yes," he said very earnestly. "You really need some sleep. You have towork tomorrow." He shook his head sadly and turned back toward the bathroom. "God damn! What a bummer." He waved me off. "Try to rest," he said."Don't let me keep you up."
I nodded, and watched him shuffle back into the bathroom - still holding the blade, but now he seemed unaware of it. The acid had shifted gears on him; the next phase would probably be one of those hellishly intense introspection night mares. Four hours or so of catatonic despair; but nothing physical, nothing dangerous. I watched the door close behind him, then I quietly slid a heavy, sharp - angled chair up in front of the bathroom knob and put the Mace can beside the alarm clock.
The room was very quiet. I walked over to the TV set and turned it on to a dead channel - white noise at maximum decibels, a fine sound for sleeping, a powerful continuous hiss to drown out everything strange.
8. "Genius 'Round the Wand Stands Hand in Hand, and One Shock of Recognition Runs the Whole Circle 'Round" - Art LinkIetter
I live in a quiet place, where any sound at night means some thing is about to happen: You come awake fast - thinking, what does that mean?
Usually nothing.