Drugs are Bad, mmkay?

So, I finished. That was a hell of a trip. In both ways, too.
Last I mentioned, the duo of drug addicts were trawling their way through casinos and picking up as much trouble as they could possibly find in Las Vegas. They do more drugs, crash a police convention (of which they're technically members of), and then Raoul makes the mistake (or good decision, depends on your point of view really) of consuming extroardinarily large doses of a drug called Adrenochrome, apparently extracted from the adrenaline gland of a living human being. After some insane hallucinations, Raoul loses consciousness, and wakes up next morning with only a tape recorder as evidence of what went on last night. He drives around vegas, figuring out where he went, and learning about all of the havoc he wreaked. It ends with him leaving Las Vegas, leaving behind an insane amount of unpaid bills and a lot more angry people. Overall, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is a thrilling acid trip of a book, showing you the way that the drug culture of the early 70's operated, from the eyes of one of its most enthusiastic participators.