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god…damn old ladies？〃 I turned both the radio and the tape machine up full bore。 〃You scurvy shyster bastard；〃 I said。 〃Watch your language！ You're talking to a doctor of journalism！〃 He was laughing out of control。 〃What the fuck are we doing out here on this desert？〃 he shouted。 〃Somebody call the police！ We need help！〃
〃Pay no attention to this swine；〃 I said to the hitchhiker。 〃He can't handle the medicine。 Actually； we're both doctors of journalism； and we're on our way to Las Vegas to cover the main story of our generation。〃 And then I began laughing 。。。 。
My attorney hunched around to face the hitchhiker。 〃The truth is；〃 he said； 〃we're going to Vegas to croak a scag baron named Savage Henry。 I've known him for years； but he ripped us off…and you know what that means； right？〃 I wanted to shut him off； but we were both helpless with laughter。 What the fuck were we doing out here on this desert； when we both had bad hearts？
〃Savage Henry has cashed his check！〃 My attorney snarled at the kid in the back seat。 〃We're going to rip his lungs out！〃
〃And eat them！〃 I blurted。 〃That bastard won't get away with this！ What's going on in this country when a scumsucker like that can get away with sandbagging a doctor of journalism？〃 Nobody answered。 My attorney was cracking another amyl and the kid was climbing out of the back seat； scrambling down the trunk lid。 〃Thanks for the ride；〃 he yelled。 〃Thanks a lot。 I like you guys。 Don't worry about me。〃 His feet hit the asphalt and he started running back towards Baker。 Out in the middle of the desert； not a tree in sight。
Wait a minute；〃 I yelled。 〃e back and get a beer。〃 But apparently he couldn't hear me。 The music was very loud； and he was moving away from us at good speed。
〃Good riddance；〃 said my attorney。 〃We had a real freak on our hands。 That boy made me nervous。 Did you see his eyes？〃 He was still laughing。 〃Jesus；〃 he said。 〃This is good medicine！〃 I opened the door and reeled around to the driver's side。 〃Move over；〃 I said。 〃I'll drive。 We have to get out of Califor…nia before that kid finds a cop。〃
〃Shit； that'll be hours；〃 said my attorney。 〃He's a hundred miles from anywhere。〃
〃So are we；〃 I said。
〃Let's turn around and drive back to the Polo Lounge；〃 he said。 〃They'll never look for us there。〃 I ignored him。 〃Open the tequila；〃 I yelled as the wind…scream took over again； I stomped on the accelerator as we hurtled back onto the highway。 Moments later he leaned over with a map。 〃There's a place up ahead called Mescal Springs；〃 he said。 〃As your attorney； I advise you to stop and take a swim。
I shook my head。 〃It's absolutely imperative that we get to the Mint Hotel before the deadline for press registration；〃 I said。 〃Otherwise； we might have to pay for our suite。〃 He nodded。 〃But let's forget that bullshit about the American Dream；〃 he said。 〃The important thing is the Great Samoan Dream。〃 He was rummaging around in the kit…bag。 〃I think it's about time to chew up a blotter；〃 he said。 〃That cheap mescaline wore off a long time ago； and I don't know if 1 can stand the smell of that goddamn ether any longer。〃
〃I like it；〃 I said。 〃We should soak a towel with the stuff and then put it down on the floorboard by the accelerator so the fumes will rise up in my face all the way to Las Vegas。〃 He was turning the tape cassette over。 The radio was screaming： 〃Power to the People…Right On！〃 John Lennon's political song； ten years too late。 〃That poor fool should have stayed where he was；〃 said my attorney。 〃Punks like that just get in the way when they try to be serious。〃
〃Speaking of serious；〃 I said。 〃I think it's about time to get into the ether and the cocaine。〃
〃Forget ether；〃 he said。 〃Let's save it for soaking down the rug in the suite。 But here's this。 Your half of the sunshine blotter。 Just chew it up like baseball gum。〃 I took the blotter and ate it。 My attorney was now fumbling with the salt shaker containing the cocaine。 Opening it。 Spilling it。 Then screaming and grabbing at the air； as our fine white dust blew up and out across the desert highway。 A very expensive little twister rising up from the Great Red Shark。
〃Oh； Jesus！〃 he moaned。 〃Did you see what God just did to us？〃
〃God didn't do that！〃 I shouted。 〃You did it。 You're a fucking narcotics agent！ I was on to your stinking act from the start； you pig！〃
〃You better be careful；〃 he said。 And suddenly he was waving a fat black 。357 magnum at me。 One of those snubnosed Colt Python 5 with the beveled cylinder。 〃Plenty of vultures out here；〃 he said。 〃They'll pick your bones clean before morning。〃
〃You whore〃 I said。 〃When we get to Las Vegas I'll have you chopped into hamburger。 What do you think the Drug Bund will do when I show up with a Samoan narcotics agent？〃
〃They'll kill us both；〃 he said。 〃Savage Henry knows who I am。 Shit； I'm your attornney〃 He burst into wild laughter。
〃You're full of acid； you fool。 It'll be a goddamn miracle if we can get to the hotel and check in before you turn into a wild animal。 Are you ready for that？ Checking into a Vegas hotel under a phony name with intent to mit capital fraud and a head full of acid？〃 He was laughing again； then he jammed his nose down toward the salt shaker； aiming the thin green roll of a 20 bill straight into what was left of the powder。
〃How long do we have？〃 I said。
〃Maybe thirty more minutes；〃 he replied。 〃As your attorney I advise you to drive at top speed。〃 Las Vegas was just up ahead。 I could see the strip/hotel skyline looming up through the blue desert ground…haze： The Sahara； the landmark； the Americana and the ominous Thunderbird…a cluster of grey rectangles in the distance； rising out of the cactus。
Thirty minutes。 It was going to be very close。 The objective was the big tower of the Mint Hotel； downtown…and if we didn't get there before we lost all control； there was also the Nevada State prison upstate in Carson City。 I had been there once； but only for a talk with the prisoners…and I didn't want to go back； for any reason at all。 So there was really no choice： We would have to run the gauntlet； and acid be damned。 Go through all the official gibberish； get the car into the hotel garage； work out on the desk clerk； deal with the bellboy； sign in for the press passes…all of it bogus； totally illegal； a fraud on its face； but of course it would have to be done。
〃KILL THE BODY AND THE HEAD WILL DIE〃
This line appears in my notebook； for some reason。 Perhaps some connection with Joe Frazier。 Is he still alive？ Still able to talk？ I watched that fight in Seattle…horribly twisted about four seats down the aisle from the Governor。 A very painful experience in every way； a proper end to the sixties Tim Leary a prisoner of Eldridge Cleaver in Algeria； Bob Dylan clipping coupons in Greenwich Village； both Kennedysmurdered by mutants； Owsley folding napkins on Terminal Island； and finally Cassius/Ali belted incredibly off his pedestal by a human hamburger； a man on the verge of death。 Joe Frazier； like Nixon； had finally prevailedfor reasons that people like me refused to understand…at least not out loud。
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