thunter.fearloathinglasvegas-第7部分
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Dunes； but it turned out to be the Thunderbird or maybe it was the Hacienda My attorney was scanning The Vegas Visitor； looking for hints of action。 〃How about 〃'Nickel Nick's Slot Arcade？'〃 he said。 〃'Hot Slots；' that sounds heavy 。 。 。 Twenty…nine cent hotdogs 。 。
Suddenly people were screaming at us。 We were in trouble。 Two thugs wearing red … gold military overcoats were looming over the hood： 〃What the hell are you doing？〃 one screamed。 〃You can't park here！' 〃Why not？〃 I said。 It seemed like a reasonable place to park； plenty of space。 I'd been looking for a parking spot for what seemed like a very long time。 Too long。 I was about ready to abandon the car and call a taxi。。。but then； yes； we found this space。
Which turned out to be the sidewalk in front of the main entrance to the Desert Inn。 I had run over so many curbs by this time； that I hadn't even noticed this last one。 But now we ourselves in a position that was hard to explain。。。the entrance； thugs yelling at us； bad confusion。。。。 attorney was out of the car in a flash； waving a five…dollar bill。 〃We want this car parked！ I'm an old friend of Debbie's。 I used to romp with her。〃 For a moment I thought he had blown it。。。then one of the doormen reached out for the bill； saying： 〃OK； OK。 I'll take care of it； sir。〃 And he tore off a parking stub。
〃Holy shit！〃 I said； as we hurried through the lobby。 〃They almost had us there。 That was quick thinking。〃
〃What do you expect？〃 he said。 〃I'm your attorney。。。and you owe me five bucks。 I want it now。〃 I shrugged and gave him a bill。 This garish； deep…orlon carpeted lobby of the Desert Inn seemed an inappropriate place to be haggling about nickel/dime bribes for the parking lot attendant。 This was Bob Hope's turf。 Frank Sinatra's。 Spiro Agnew's。 The lobby fairly reeked of high…grade formica and plastic palm trees … it was clearly a high…class refuge for Big Spenders。
We approached the grand ballroom full of confidence； but they refused to let us in。 We were too late； said a man in a wine…colored tuxedo； the house was already full…no seats left； at any price。
〃Fuck seats；〃 said my attorney。 〃We're old friends of Debbie's。 We drove all the way from L。A。 for this show； and we're goddamn well going in。〃 The tux…man began jabbering about 〃fire regulations；〃 but my attorney refused to listen。 Finally； after a lot of bad noise； he let us in for nothing…provided we would stand quietly in back and not smoke。
We promised； but the moment we got inside we lost control。 The tension had been too great。 Debbie Reynolds was yukking across the stage in a silver Afro wig 。 。 。 to the tune of 〃Sergeant Pepper；〃 from the golden trumpet of Harry James。
〃Jesus creeping shit！〃 said my attorney。 〃We've wandered into a time capsule！〃 Heavy hands grabbed our shoulders。 I jammed the hash pipe back into my pocket just in time。 We were dragged across the lobby and held against the front door by goons until our car was fetched up。 〃OK； get lost；〃 said the wine…tux…man。 〃We're giving you a break。 If Debbie has friendsIke you guys； she's in worse trouble than I thought。〃
〃We'll see about this！〃 my attorney shouted as we drove away。 〃You paranoid scum！〃 I drove around to the Circus…Circus Casino and parked near the back door。 〃This is the place；〃 I said。 〃They'll never fuck with us here。〃
〃Where's the ether？〃 said my attorney。 〃This mescaline isn't working。〃 I gave him the key to the trunk while I lit up the hash pipe。 He came back with the ether…bottle； un…capped it； then poured some into a kleenex and mashed it under his nose； breathing heavily。 I soaked another kleenex and fouled my own nose。 The smell was overwhelming； even with the top down。 Soon we were staggering up the stairs towards the entrance； laughing stupidly and dragging each other along； like drunks。
This is the main advantage of ether： it makes you behave like the village drunkard in some early Irish novel。。。total loss of all basic motor skills： blurred vision； no balance； numb tongue…severance of all connection between the body and the brain。 Which is interesting； because the brain continues to function more or less normally。。。you can actually watch yourself behaving in this terrible way； but you can't controlit。
You approach the turnstiles leading into the Circus…Circus and you know that when you get there； you have to give the man two dollars or he won't let you inside。。。but when you get there； everything goes wrong： you misjudge the distance to the turnstile and slam against it； bounce off and grab hold of an old woman to keep from falling； some angry Rotarian shoves you and you think： What's happening here？ What's going on？ Then you hear yourself mumbling： 〃Dogs fucked the Pope； no fault of mine。 Watch out！。。。Why money？ My name is Brinks； I was born。。。born？ Get sheep over side。。。women and children to armored car。。。orders from Captain Zeep。〃 Ah； devil ether…a total body drug。 The mind recoils in horror； unable to municate with the spinal column。 The hands flap crazily； unable to get money out of the pocket。。。garbled laughter and hissing from the mouth。。。always smiling。
Ether is the perfect drug for Las Vegas。 In this town they love a drunk。 Fresh meat。 So they put us through the turnstiles and turned us loose inside。
The Circus…Circus is what the whole hep world would be doing on Saturday night if the Nazis had won the war。 This is the Sixth Reich。 The ground floor is full of gambling tables； like all the other casinos。。。but the place is about four stories high； in the style of a circus tent； and all manner of strange County…Fair/Polish Carnival madness is going on up in this space。 Right above the gambling tables the Forty Flying Carazito Brothers are doing a high…wire trapeze act； along with four muzzled Wolverines and the Six Nymphet Sisters from San Diego。。。so you're down on the main floor playing blackjack； and the stakes are getting high when suddenly you chance to look up； and there； right smack above your head is a half…naked fourteen…year…old girl being chased through the air by a snarling wolverine； which is suddenly locked in a death battle with two silver…painted Polacks who e swinging down from opposite balconies and meet in mid…air on the wolverine's neck。。。both Polacks seize the animal as they fall straight down towards the crap tables…but they bounce off the net； they separate and spring back up towards the roof in three different directions； and just as they're about to fall again they are grabbed out of the air by three Korean Kittens and trapezed off to one of the balconies。
This madness goes on and on； but nobody seems to notice。 The gambling action runs twenty…four hours a day on the main floor； and the circus never ends。 Meanwhile； on all the upstairs balconies； the customers are being hustled by every conceivable kind of bizarre shuck。 All kinds of funhouse…typeShoot the pasties off the nipples of a ten…foot bulle and win a cotton…candy goat。 Stand in front of this fantastic machine； my friend； and for just 99 your likeness will appear； two hundred feet tall； on a screen above downtown Las Vegas。 Ninety…nine cents more for a voice message。 〃Say whatever you want； fella。 They'll hear you； don't worry about that。 Remember you'll be two hundred feet tall。〃 Jesus Christ。 I could see myself lying in bed in the Mint Hotel； half…asleep and staring idly out the window； when suddenly a vicious nazi drunkard appears two hundred feet tall in the midnight sky； screaming gibberish at the world： 〃Woodstock Uber Alles！〃 We will close the drapes tonight。 A thing like that could send a drug person careening around the room like a pingpong ball。 Hallucinations are bad enough。 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。But nobody can handle that other trip…the possibility that any freak with 1。98 can walk into the Circus…Circus and suddenly appear in the sky over downtown Las Vegas twelve times the size of God； howling anything that es into his head。 No； this is not a good town for psychedelic drugs。 Reality itself is too twisted。
Good mescaline es 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 happeningand then ZANG！ Fiendish intensity； strange glow and vibrations。。。a very heavy gig in a place like the Circus…Circiii。
〃I hate to say this；〃 said my attorney as we sat down at the Merry…Go…Round Bar on the second balcony； 〃but this place is getting to me。 I think I'm getting the Fear。〃
〃Nonsense；〃 I said。 〃We came out here to find the American Dream； and now that we're right in the vortex you want to quit。〃 I grabbed his bicep and squeezed。 〃You must realize；〃I said； 〃that we've found the main nerve。〃
〃I know；〃 he said。 〃That's what gives me the Fear。〃 The ether was wearing off； the acid was long gone； but the mescaline was running strong。 We were sitting at a small round gold formica table； moving in orbit around the bartender。
〃Look over there；〃 I said。 〃Two women fucking a polar bear。〃
〃Please；〃 he said。 〃Don't tcll me those things。 Not now。〃 He s
