Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era -- the kind of peak that never comes again.
There was madness in any direction, There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.
No, this is not a good town for psychedelic drugs. Reality itself is too twisted.
No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride...and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well...maybe chalk it off to forced conscious expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.
Too weird to live, too rare to die!
[Leaving Las Vegas] (../marshmallow.md)
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