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earlier。 That poor geek； I thought； as I hurried down the escalator。 They sent him out here on this perfectly reasonable assignment…just a few photos of motorcycles and dune buggies racing around the desert…and now he was plunged； without realizing it； into the maw of some world beyond his ken。 There was no way he could possibly understand what was happening。
What were we doing out here？ What was the meaning of this trip？ Did I actually have a big red convertible out there on the street？ Was I just roaming around these Mint Hotel escalators in a drug frenzy of some kind； or had I really e out here to Las Vegas to work on a story？
I reached in my pocket for the room key； 〃1850；〃 it said。 At least that much was real。 So my immediate task was to deal with the car and get back to that room 。 。 。 and then hopefully get straight enough to cope with whatever might happen at dawn。
Now off the escalator and into the casino； big crowds still tight around the crap tables。 Who are these people？ These faces！ Where do they e from？ They look like caricatures of used…car dealers from Dallas。 But they're real。 And； sweet Jesus； there are a hell of a lot of them…still screaming around these desert…city crap tables at four…thirty on a Sunday morning。 Still humping the American Dream； that vision of the Big Winner somehow emerging from the last … minute pre…dawn chaos of a stale Vegas casino。
Big strike in Silver City。 Beat the dealer and go home rich。 Why not？ I stopped at the Money Wheel and dropped a dollar on Thomas Jefferson…a 2 bill； the straight Freak ticket； thinking as always that some idle instinct bet might carry the whole thing off。
But no。 Just another two bucks down the tube。 You bastards！
No。 Calm down。 Learn to enjoy losing。 The important thing is to cover this story on its own terms； leave the other stuff to Life and Look…at least for now。 On the way down the escalator I saw the Life man twisted feverishly into the telegraph booth； chanting his wisdom into the ear of some horny robot in a cubicle on that other coast。 Indeed： 〃LAS VEGAS AT DAWN…The racers are still asleep； the dust is still on the desert； 50；000 in prize money slumbers darkly in the office safe at Del Webb's fabulous Mint Hotel in the bright heart of Casino Center。 Extreme tension。 And our Life team is here （as always； with a sturdy police escort。。。）。〃 Pause。 〃Yes； operator； that word was police。 What else？ This is； after all； a Life Special。。。
The Red Shark was out on Fremont where I'd left it。 I drove around to the garage and checked it in…Dr。 Gonzo's car； no problem； and if any of your men fall idle we can use awax job before morning。 Yes； of course…just bill the room。
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My attorney was in the bathtub when I returned。 Submerged in green water…the oily product of some Japanese bath salts he'd picked up in the hotel gift shop； along with a new AM/FM radio plugged into the electric razor socket。 Top volume。 Some gibberish by a thing called 〃Three Dog Night；〃 about a frog named Jeremiah who wanted 〃Joy to the World。〃First Lennon； now this； I thought。 Next we'll have Glenn Campbell screaming 〃Where Have All the Flowers Gone？〃 Where indeed？ No flowers in this town。 Only carnivorous plants。 I turned the volume down and noticed a hunk of chewed…up white paper beside the radio。 My attorney seemed not to notice the sound…change。 He was lost in a fog of green steam； only half his head was visible above the water line。
〃You ate this？〃 I asked； holding up the white pad。
He ignored me。 But I knew。 He would be very difficult to reach for the next six hours。 The whole blotter was chewed up。
〃You evil son of a bitch；〃 I said。 〃You better hope there's some thorazine in that bag； because if there's not you're in bad trouble tomorrow。〃
〃Music！〃 he snarled。 〃Turn it up。 Put that tape on。〃
〃What tape？〃
〃The new one。 It's right there。〃 I picked up the radio and noticed that it was also a tape recorder…one of those things with a cassette…unit built in。 And the tape； Surrealistic Pillow； needed only to be flipped over。 He had already gone through side one…at a volume that must have been audible in every room within a radius of one hundred yards； walls and all。
〃'White Rabbit；〃' he said。 〃I want a rising sound。〃
〃You're doomed；〃 I said。 〃I'm leaving here in two hours…and then they're going to e up here and beat the mortal shit out of you with big saps。 Right there in the tub。〃
〃I dig my own graves；〃 he said。 〃Green water and the White Rabbit。。。put it on； don't make me use this。〃 His arm lashed out of the water； the hunting knife gripped in his fist。
〃Jesus；〃 I muttered。 And at that point I figured he was I help…lying there in the tub with a head full of acidand the sharpest knife I've ever seen； totally incapable of reason； demanding the White Rabbit。 This is it； I thought。 〃I've gone as far as I can with this waterhead。 This time it's a suicide trip。 This time he wants it。 He's ready。。
〃OK；〃 I said； turning the tape over and pushing the 〃play〃 button。 〃But do me one last favor； will you？ Can you give me two hours？ That's all I ask…just two hours to sleep before tomorrow。 I suspect it's going to be a very difficult day。〃
〃Of course；〃 he said。 〃I'm your attorney。 I'll give you all the time you need； at my normal rates： 45 an hour…but you'll be wanting a cushion； so why don't you just lay one of those 100 bills down there beside the radio； and fuck off？〃
〃How about a check？〃 I said。 〃On the Sawtooth National Bank。 You won't need any ID to cash it there。 They know me。〃
〃Whatever's right；〃 he said； beginning to jerk with the music。 The bathroom was like the inside of a huge defective woofer。 Heinous vibrations； overwhelming sound。 The floor was full of water。 I moved the radio as far from the tub as it would go； then I left and closed the door behind me。
Within seconds he was shouting at me。 〃Help！ You bastard！ Ineed help！〃 I rushed back inside； thinking he'd sliced off an ear by accident。
But no。。。he was reaching across the bathroom toward the white formica shelf where the radio sat。 〃I want that tuckin radio；〃 he snarled。
I grabbed it away from his hand。 〃You fool！〃 I said。 〃Get in that tub！ Get away from that goddamn radio！〃 I shoved it back from his hand。 The volume was so far up that it was hard to know what was playing unless you knew Surrealistic Pillow almost note for note。。。which I did； at the time； so I knew that 〃White Rabbit〃 had finished； the peak and had e and gone。
But my attorney； it seemed； had not made it。 He wanted more。 〃Back the tape up！〃 he yelled。 〃I need it again！〃 His eyes were full of craziness now； unable to focus。 He seemed on the verge of some awful psychic orgasm 〃Let it roll！〃 he screamed。 〃Just as high as the fucker can go！ And when it es to that fantastic note where the rabbit bites its own head off； I want you to throw that fuckin radio into the tub with me。〃 I stared at him； keeping a firm grip on the radio。 〃Not me；〃 I said finally。 〃I'd be happy to ram a goddamn 440…volt cattle prod into that tub with you right now； but not this radio。 It would blast you right through the wall…stone … dead in ten seconds。〃 I laughed。 〃Shit； they'd make me explain it…drag me down to some rotten coroner's inquest and grill me about。 。 yes。。。the exact details。 I don't need that。〃
〃Bullshit！〃 he screamed。 〃Just tell them I wanted to get Higher！〃 I thought for a moment。 〃Okay；〃 I said finally。 〃You're right。 This is probably the only solution。〃 I picked up the tape/radio…which was still plugged in…and held it over the tub。 〃Just let me make sure I have it all lined up；〃 I said。 〃You want me to throw this thing into the tub when 'White Rabbit' peaks…is that it？〃 He fell back in the water and smiled gratefully。 〃Fuck yes；〃 he said。 〃I was beginnjng to think I was going to have to go out and get one of the goddamn maids to do it。〃
〃Don't worry；〃 I said。 〃Are you ready？〃 I hit the 〃play〃 button and 〃White Rabbit〃 started building again。 Almost immediately he began to howl and moan。。。another fast run up that mountain； and thinking； this time； that he would finally get over the top。 His eyes were gripped shut and only his head and both kneecaps poked up through the oily green water。
I let the song build while I sorted through the pile of fat ripe grapefruit next to the basin。 The biggest one of the lot weighed almost two pounds。 I got a good Vida Blue faitball grip on the fucker…and just as 〃Whit。 Rabbit〃 peaked Ilashed it into the tub like a cannonball。
My attorney screamed crazily； thrashing around in the tub like a shark after meat； churning water all over the floor as he struggled to get hold of something。
I jerked the AC cord out of the tape/radio and moved out of the bathroom very quickly。。。the machine kept on playing； but now it was back on its own harmless battery power。 I could hear the beat cooling down as I moved across the room to my kitbag and fetched up the Mace can。。。just as my attorney ripped the bathroom door open and started out。 His eyes were still unfocused； but he was waving the blade out in front of him like a man who meant to cut something。
〃Mace！〃 I shouted。 〃You want this？〃 I wav