We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls.
Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.

I'm so ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ done with Arcana... the root of the problem is I'M ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ RETARDED and i can't do ♥♥♥♥, every action i take is the wrong one. People just run at me and I instantly lose, i try to press a button to prevent them but whatever they press wins every time, I don't understand. Someone constantly jumps into the air and I don't know what to do about it, EVERY SINGLE TIME i mention this all I get is "same", real ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ helpful. I lose every ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ air exchange, I don't know what I'm doing wrong, I don't know what's going on and causing me to be this bad, but every ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ time I try to ask about this the only ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ thing people say is "same".