“We were just outside of Barstow when BUSH IS THE DEVIL! THE DEVIL! Now get off my land before I sick the prairie trolls on you. Mean little fuckers, those prairie trolls—teeth as sharp as an Enron lawyer’s. They’ll be through muscle and tendon and sucking marrow from your femur before you can say dos Dexedrine, padre.
“Now hurry up, scoot. You ain’t Ahab and I ain’t your white whale. And peyote doesn’t just grow on trees, you know.”
nope. peyote grows on plants, little cactus-like ones. like the ones in planters on your porch.
Funny how the good doctor dosen’t write about his buddy Bandar any more…
Hmmm. You might be a very sharp-eyed sturgeon, however.
Have you seen any recent pictures of Hunter? He looks like he’s pushing 100 years old. Sort of like a corpse that was first pickled, then reanimated. Twice.