The downward spiral of Dumbness in America is about to hit a new low.

Ah, lives there a man with soul so dead, who never to himself hath said As he hunched and rolled in his comfortable bed: To hell with the rent . . . I'll drink instead!

Crack is ruining the drug culture.

I hate pain, despite my ability to tolerate it beyond all known parameters, which is not necessarily a good thing.

Good mescaline comes on slow. The first hour is all waiting, then about halfway through the second hour you start cursing the creep who burned you, because nothing is happening...and then ZANG!

With the truth so dull and depressing, the only working alternative is wild bursts of madness and filigree.

Any combination of a 250-pound Mexican and LSD-25 is a potentially terminal menace for anything it can reach