It can get wilder. The state where I live (in the deep south), recently amended the law so that you no longer require a permit to carry a concealed handgun. And they reduced the age for concealed carry from 21+ to 18+, as well as including non-residents visiting from other states. And I don’t live in Texas btw
It definitely made me more nervous after it passed. I mean, almost anyone can carry a concealed handgun now‽ Not even have to take a few-hour class, even simply to know the laws around concealed carrying? Not a fan knowing damn near anyone could be holding and I can’t tell who. It doesn’t help that I live in a high-crime city
Open-carry is one thing, I can see the damn thing. Now it really does feel like wild-west shit. Granted, I haven’t noticed an uptick in craziness, anymore than usual… but fuck, I don’t need Jim Bob feeling anymore emboldened to be a “hero”, while knowing jack shit about the actual law
In my early years, I was offered ether once. And I’ve never seen nor heard from it since (granted, I never really tried to find it)… but it was probably one of the rarer substances I’ve crossed paths with
When I first read Fear and Loathing, that quote stuck out a bit for me. I could see it; how easy those depths could be found (and completely forgotten). I’ve done my fair share of Xanax-over-indulgence in the past, but even that didn’t fully compare.
Xanax is over and done when you’ve lost yourself; there’s no memory coming back. Ether keeps downing you while you’re constantly coming back, and it becomes a hell of a rollercoaster. Like a fever-dream type thing — it is not something I could imagine publicly-indulging on… let alone, doing that while tripping, fucking hell!
So that quote rang a little true to me. I’d wager there really is nothing ‘more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge’, especially when compounding with other chemicals. I literally couldn’t imagine… and kinda glad I never found out lol. God speed for anyone testing those waters