We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold.
It's a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat sh** and die.
Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser.
I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right.
Never create anything, it will be misinterpreted, it will chain you and follow you for the rest of your life.
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.
Myths and legends die hard in America.
Who said anything about slicing you up?. . . I just wanted to carve a little Z on your forehead-- nothing serious.
Just sick enough to be totally confident
We can't stop here, this is bat country!
Not everybody is comfortable with the idea that politics is a guilty addiction. But it is.
All energy flows according to the whims of the great Magnet. What a fool I was to defy him.
But our trip was different. It was a classic affirmation of everything right and true and decent in the national character. It was a gross, physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country-but only for those with true grit. And we were chock full of that.
My blood is too thick for California: I have never been able to properly explain myself in this climate.
He who makes a beast out of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.
A man who has blown all his options can't afford the luxury of changing his ways. He has to capitalize on whatever he has left, and he can't afford to admit - no matter how often he's reminded of it - that every day of his life takes him farther and farther down a blind alley.
I'm a relatively respectable citizen. Multiple felon perhaps, but certainly not dangerous.
In a world as weird and cruel as this one we have made for ourselves, I figure anybody who can find peace and personal happiness without ripping off somebody else deserves to be left alone.
In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.
Still humping the American Dream
