We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five
sheets of high-powered 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. But the only thing that
worried me was the ether.

There is nothing more irresponsible and depraved than a man in the
depths of an ether binge playing Fallout: New Vegas.