Uncle Dook
Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, Jr.   Golden, Colorado, United States
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.
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Would head-butt a gasoline pump causing the whole station to explode in a glorious fireball and then be propelled ass-over-teakettle across the town onto a trampoline whereupon I bounce and bounce with my tongue hanging out, higher and higher, until I land on the arm of a construction crane fifteen stories up, walk along it and push a guy sitting at the end off to fall to his untimely death, then bleat in contented satisfaction, again. (10/10)