At this point the culture is heading down with such speed that even people who pay no attention to this nonsense are feeling their faces ripple with G-forces.

The Wright-on Plane. Gaah.

“For Inspiration, see” starts the most honest example of stoned writing I’ve ever seen. I have no doubt the author took an hour to write this, and he thought it was absolutely brilliant. Zippy Zeppelins . . . the hip hippos of the sky – that was so perfect man, that was writing! Load up the bong again.

Half an hour later, he had come up with “The crowds who came to watch history being made,” which communicated the sense of, you know, history being made.

Nothing came to him for a while but that was okay because he was really into this music.

When the needle had lifted he remembered what he was doing. Did he have enough here? It needed some facts. Something to make him sound like he was, like, Mr. Aircraft Knowing Stuff About Guy. He just looked over at the encyclopedia he had opened hours ago, copied down a few names, and went to the kitchen because he had this excellent rice and beans recipe, which you can do with just ketchup, I’m serious, man. Ketchup and pepper. You cook the rice, okay, and I make excellent rice I think it’s because my dad was in the war over there and he like absorbed the skills of the people, you know like their Karma? As it works for rice anyway. So – what was I talking about?

I don’t know, dude, you just came in the kitchen talking about airplanes.

Peanut butter! You’re eating peanut butter! I love peanut butter! My mom used to give it to me all the time.

This isn’t the house peanut butter. That stuff went furry. This is my private stash. Sorry, bro. I'd share but it has to last the week.

S’cool. I think I’ll go down to the people’s store and get some for myself. You want to come with?

Sure, but let’s do a number before we go. The store is always cooler when you’re high.

I know, the labels. They’re like – whoa. It’s like – Warhol. And they’re all like – eat this, it’ll make you John Wayne or somethin’. Man. I hate America, y'know? Sometimes I f*cking hate it.