We’re nowhere near Barstow, but the drugs have begun to take hold

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.

2 thoughts on “We’re nowhere near Barstow, but the drugs have begun to take hold

  1. marconi

    “Come see the hallucinogens inherent in Brad’s system!
    Come see the hallucinogens inherent in Brad’s system!”

  2. Bird

    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!

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