No, this is not a good town for psychedelic drugs. Reality itself is too twisted.

Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.

I guess I'm just courtly until people get in my way. You'll find most Southerners are like that.

I may sound a little black, but I'm really pretty well adjusted.

I'm a relatively respectable citizen. Multiple felon perhaps, but certainly not dangerous.

In Hong Kong, Dallas, or at home —and regardless of whether or not I have been to bed — breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone, and in a spirit of genuine excess. The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef hash with diced chilies , a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key lime pie, two margaritas, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert.

All the blood is drained out of democracy - it dies - when only half the population votes.