Fear and Loathing in D'Hara
Note (V/O) means voice over, said in characters head.
Megalomaniac's First Rule -
"He who makes a beast of himself
Gets rid of the pain
Of being a man."
A desert wind moans sadly. From somewhere within the
wind comes the tinkly, syrupy-sweet sounds of the Sisters
of the Dark singing "My Favorite Things."
We were somewhere around B'ars't'ow on the edge of the desert when my thing began to rise.
A red convertible -- THE RED GAR -- wipes the black
THE RED GAR races down the desert highway at a
hundred miles an hour. 'THE STONES of TEAR'
"Sympathy For the Devil" blares.
Damn commie bastards are betraying the innocent. My thing is rising, where is a peace activist when you need one.
A series of sepia images of anti-war protests from the mid-last badly stuffed straw man argument appear one after another on the screen.
Dick's thing rises further as he relives the blood bath.
AT THE WHEEL STRANGELY STILL AND TENSE, RAOUL Dick DRIVES -- SKELETAL, BEER IN HAND -- STARES STRAIGHT AHEAD.
BESIDE HIM, FACE TURNED TO THE SUN, EYES CLOSED BEHIND WRAPAROUND Wizardish SUNGLASSES, IS HIS SWARTHY AND UNNERVINGLY UNPREDICTABLE ATTORNEY, DR. GonZedd.
The music pounds Dick stares straight ahead with a Raptor like gaze.
GonZedd froths up a can of beer - uses it as shaving foam. It's a wizard thing, one that doesn't rise.
I remember saying something like:
"I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe you should drive..."
GonZedd starts shaving.
Suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge chickens that were not chickens, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car...
Shadows flutter across his face, that means something bad is going to happen. The reflections of Chickens swirl within his eyes.
SCREECHING SWIRLING CHICKEN-LIKE SHAPES!
... and a voice was screaming: Holy Confessor! What are these goddamn animals?
Dick, eyes rigid, flails at the air with thing in hand. No chickens anywhere.
GonZedd casually looks over...
What are you yelling about?
Dick SCREECHES to the side of the road. The sudden wrench
makes GonZedd nick his face with his razor.
Never mind. It's your turn to drive.
No point mentioning those chickens. I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough.
- help! I've forgotten who wrote this one...