Prince Jellyfish

There are marijuana seeds in this rug, the place is full of them. The rug crackles like popcorn when I walk, who planted these seeds in this rug, and why aren’t they watered? Now… yes… there is a project, tend the crops, soak this rug like a drenching rain, some kind of tropical downpour… good for the crops, keep the ground damp and prune the leaves every other day. Be careful about renting the room, special people, nature freaks, tillers of the soil… let them in, but for Christ’s sake keep the charwomen out. They don’t like things growing in the rug, most of them seem like third generation Finns, old muscles turned to lard and hanging like wasps nests…. Wasps nests?

—-Hunter S. Thompson, 1969, from a Los Angeles hotel room, incoherently typing on mescaline and no sleep.