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together。 I'll drop you right next the plane。〃 I could see the big red and silver Western jetliner about 1000 yards ahead of us。。。and by this time we were skimming across smooth asphalt； past the ining runway。
〃No！〃 he shouted。 〃I can't get out！ They'll crucify me。 I'll have to take the blame！〃
〃Rediculous；〃 I said。 〃Just say you were hitchhiking to the airport and I picked you up。 You never saw me before。 Shit； thos town is full of white Cadillac convertibles。。。and I plan to go through there so fast that nobody will even glimpse the goddamn license plate。〃 We were approaching the plane。 I could see passengers but so far nobody had noticed us。。。approaching from this unlikely direction。 〃Are you ready？〃 I said。
〃Why not？ But for Christ's sake； let's do it fast！ He was scanning the loading area； then he pointed： 〃Over there！〃 he said。 〃Drop me behind that big van。 Just pull in behiond it ad I'll jump out where they can't see me； then you can make a run for it。〃 I nodded。 So far； we had all the room we needed。 No sign of alarm or pursuit。 I wondered if maybe this kind of thing hap pened all the time in Vegas…cars full of late…arriving passengers screeching desperately across the runway； dropping off wild…eyed Samoans clutching mysterious canvas bags who would sprint onto planes at the last possible second and then roar off into the sunrise。
Maybe so； I thought。 Maybe this kind of thing is standard procedure in this town I swung in behind the van and hit the brakes just long enough for my attorney to jump out。 〃Don't take any guff from these swine；〃 I yelled。 〃Remember； if you have any trouble you can always send a telegram to the Right People。〃 He grinned。 〃Yeah。。。Explaining my Position；〃 he said。 〃Some asshole wrote a poem about that once。 It's probably good advice； if you have shit for brains。〃 He waved me off。
〃Right；〃 I said； moving out。 I'd already spotted a break in the big hurricane fence…and now； with the Whale in low gear； I went for it。 Nobody seemed to be chasing me。 I couldn't understand it。 I glanced in the mirror and saw my attorney climbing into the plane； no sign of a struggle。。。and then I was through the gate and out into the early morning traffic on Paradise Road。
I took a fast right on Russell； then a left onto Maryland Parkway。。。and suddenly I was cruising in warm anonym ity past the campus of the University of Las Vegas。。。no tension on these faces； I stopped at a red light and got lost； for a moment； in a sunburst of flesh in the cross…walk： fine sinewy thighs； pink mini…skirts； ripe young nipples； sleeveless blouses； long sweeps of blonde hair； pink lips and blue eyes… all the hallmarks of a dangerously innocent culture。
I was tempted to pull over and start mumbling obscene en treaties： 〃Hey； Sweetie； let's you and me get weird。 Jump into this hotdog Caddy and we'll flash over to my suite at the Flamingo； load up on ether and behave like wild animals in my private； kidney…shaped pool 。。〃 Sure we will； I thought。 But by this time I was far down the parkway； easing into the turn lane for a left at Flamingo Road。 Back to the hotel； to take stock。 There was every reason to believe I was heading for trouble； that I'd pushed my luck a bit far。 I'd abused every rule Vegas lived by…burning locals； abusing the tourists； terrifying the help。
The only hope now； I felt； was the possibility that we'd gone to such excess； with our gig； that nobody in a position to bring the hammer down on us could possibly believe it。 Particularily not since we'd signed in with the Police Conference。 When you bring an act into this town； you want to bring it in heavy。 Don't waste any time with cheap shucks and misde minors。 Go straight for the jugular。 Get right into felonies。
The mentality of Las Vegas is so grossly atavistic that a really massive crime often slips by unrecognized。 One of my neighbors recently spent a week in the Vegas jail for 〃vagrancy。〃 He's about twenty years old： Long hair； Levi jacket； napsack…an out…front drifter； a straight Road Person。 Totally harmless； he just wanders around the country looking whatever it was that we all thought we'd nailed down in in the Sixties…sort of an early Bob Zimmerman trip。
On a trip from Chicago to L。A。； he got curious about Vegas and decided to have a look at it。 Just passing through； strolling and digging the sights on the Strip 。。。 no hurry； why rush？ He was standing on a street…corner near the Circus Circus； watching the multi…colored fountain； when the cop…cruiser pulled up。
Wham。 Straight to jail。 No phone call； no lawyer； no charge。 〃They put me in the car and took me down to the station。〃 he said。 〃They took me into a big room full of people to take off all my clothes before they booked me。 I was standing in front of a big desk； about six feet tall； with a cop sitting behind it and looking down at me like some kind of medieval judge。
〃The room was full of people。 Maybe a dozen prisoners； twice that many cops； and about ten policewomen。 You had to walk out in the middle of the room； then take everything out of your pockets and put it up on the desk and then strip naked…with everybody watching you。
〃I only had about twenty bucks； and the fine for vagrancy was twenty…five； so they put me over on a bench with the peo ple who were going to jail。 Nobody hassled me。 It was like an assembly line。
〃The two guys right behind me were longhairs。 Acid people。 They'd been picked up for vagrancy； too。 But when they started emptying their pockets； the whole room freaked。 Between them； they had 130；000； mostly in big bills。 The cops couldn't believe it。 These guys just kept pulling out wads of money and dumping it up there on the desk…both of them naked and kind of hunched over； not saying anything。
〃The cops went crazy when they saw all that money。 They started whispering to each other； shit； there was no way they could hold these guys for 'vagrancy。〃' He laughed。 〃So they charged them with 'suspicion of evasion of ine taxes。' 〃They took us all to jail； and these two guys were just about nuts。 They were dealers； of course； and they had their stash back in their hotel room…so they had to get out before the cops found out where they were staying。
〃They offered one of the guards a hundred bucks to go out and get the best lawyer in town。。。and about twenty minutes later there he was； yelling about habeas corpus and that kind of shit。。。hell； I tried to talk to him myself； but this guy had a one…track mind。 I told him I could make bail and even pay him something if they'd let me call my father in Chicago； but he was too busy hustling for these other guys。
〃About two hours later he came back with a guard and said 'Let's go。' They were out。 One of the guys had told me； while they were waiting； that it was going to cost them 30；000。。。and I guess it did； but what the hell？ That's cheap； pared to what would have happened If they hadn't got themselves sprung。
〃They finally let me send a telegram to my old man and he wired me 125 bucks 。 。 。but it took seven or eight days。 I'm not sure how long I was in there； because the place didn't have any windows and they fed us every twelve hours。。。You lose track of t