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The sporting editors had given me $300 in cash, most of which was already spent on extremely dangerous drugs. The trunk of the car looked like a mobile narcotics lab. We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-power blotter acid, a salt shaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multicolored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers?Also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. (Thompson, 1971, 4)
-- Fear and loathing in Las Vegas
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