Just glanced out my window while cross my office to my desk, as the sun was setting, and could have sworn the 101st Airborne Division, circa 1944, was drifting down from the sky over the Congaree River.
Turns out, upon a double-take, it was just some small scraps of dark cloud that happened to be roughly WWII-era parachute-shaped, in the same sense that the beacon at Castle Anthrax was grail-shaped ("Oh, wicked, bad, naughty Zoot!")
More about the drugs later. And yes, the headline is a Fear and Loathing reference.
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“Come see the hallucinogens inherent in Brad’s system!
Come see the hallucinogens inherent in Brad’s system!”
Good Grief.
No wonder Brad’s thoughts = toxic waste dump.
And he tries to pin MY psyche on too many acid trips at an early age!