So in my net wanderings today I found a funny parody of Fear and Loathing Las Vegas tied into the SuperFerry problems:

We were driving around the island’s northshore in bumper-to-bumper traffic when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like, “I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe we should stop for some shave ice. . .” And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the pickup truck and a voice was screaming: “Holy crap! What are these freaking animals?”

Then it was quiet again. Auntie Gonzo was smearing war paint on her face. “What the hell are you yelling about,” she muttered. “Never mind,” I said. “It’s your turn to drive.” I hit the brakes and aimed the truck toward a crowded beach park off the highway. No point mentioning those bats, I thought. She’ll see them soon enough.

The lot overflowed with cars, and the beach swarmed with people Auntie Gonzo didn’t know. Very soon, I knew, we would both be completely twisted. But there was no going back, and no time to rest. We would have to ride it out. I was, after all, a professional journalist with the L.A. Times; so I had an obligation to cover the story for good or ill.

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