Your Brain on Drugs Prompt #14, Chapter #2

"Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only real cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas. To relax, as it were, in the womb of the desert sun. Just roll the roof back and screw it on, grease the face with white tanning butter and move out with the music a top volume, and at least a pint of ether." (Thompson 12) To me, this quote is the basis of the two mens car journey. They had very little money, the narrator doesn't like the California heat, and they certainly don't want to make the drive from Hollywood to Las Vegas sober.