"He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man." -- Dr. Johnson

To Bob Geiger, for reasons that need not be explained here -- and to Bob Dylan, for Mister Tambourine Man

We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like 'I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive . . .' And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming, 'Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?'

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