The copious amount of drugs I had taken began to take hold as I was on the edge of the destert coming into Las Vegas. There was no resisting it now. Ambling about, I found a place to sit down and drink myself into further delirium. As I sat down at the bar, I was pouring sweat…my blood is too thick for Nevada. I’ve never been able to properly explain myself in this climate.
It started off slow, with creeping visions of the fluid colors and patterns in the room moving about, as if to coax me further into my bender.
Terrible things were happening around me. “Jesus Creeping God!” I shrieked. Puddles of some dark liquid were beginning to pool on the floor in front of me. Was it blood? Mud? Mystery goop of a variety that isn’t important? “Impossible to walk in this muck…no footing at all.” Things were getting decidedly worse and I realized I had to come up with a tactic to rid my mind of these horrific images
Egads! These people were turning into monstrous lizard-people right before my very eyes. Scales, tails, and jagged, gnarled nails. These were not the people I wished to spend the remainder of the evening with, but I had no place to go. I knew the bad vibrations of this place were really inside my mind, so I decided to substitute these vile creatures for something more familiar. As fate would have it, I had lost my car at the beginning of this latest binge, so my mind jumped around between ideas for the new ride. “Uniqueness…got to have uniqueness. What kind of man am I if it doesn’t? Surely not a unique one,” I mumbled under my breath, letting the lizard people blur out of focus. I wiped my brow about four times. “Affordability….reliability….good reputation…”
“Good Lord, how could I have not seen? It’s been right in front of me this whole time!”
After hours of horrifying visions and taking in fully this distorted view of reality in a town that’s already quite slanted to begin with…I knew it was my time to go. Remembering what I had decided the night before, I quickly made a purchase. A red Volkswagen bus and just enough gas to get me the hell out of dodge. Clarity is creeping back in, and one thing I know to be true is this: I made a total of one good decision in the past 24 hours.
The idea behind this post can be looked at a few different ways. In the movie “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”, Johnny Depp plays Hunter S. Thompson, a well-known writer whose signature style I tried to emulate above. Throughout the movie, Thompson wanders around Las Vegas while under the influence of who knows how many drugs. The scenes in the film are chaotic, colorful, and hard to follow because you are seeing through his eyes. I wanted to tie in an aspect that I made up, where he loses his car and has to think of his next purchase. As a writer, he needs a reliable vehicle that doesn’t cost a fortune. I tried to show that even while high on upwards of 10 different psychoactive drugs, he had the presence of mind to know that Volkswagen is the brand for him. Thats how obvious it should be to people.