But after a while you learn to cope with things like seeing your dead grandmother crawling up your leg with a knife in her teeth. Most acid fanciers can handle this sort of thing.

I am more than just a serious basketball fan. I am a life-long addict. I was addicted from birth, in fact, because I was born in Kentucky and I learned, early on, that Habitual Domination was a natural way of life.

As far as I'm concerned, it's a damned shame that a field as potentially dynamic and vital as journalism should be overrun with dullards, bums, and hacks, hag-ridden with myopia, apathy, and complacence, and generally stuck in a bog of stagnant mediocrity.

I'll call New York for some cash.

Things are no longer what they seem to be. My telephones are haunted, and animals whisper at me from unseen places.

Have an objective to give your bender a theme. For instance, stalking and killing a wild pig with a bowie knife.

All advice can only be a product of the man who gives it.