Happy birthday, kids.
Got you two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers...Also, a quarter tequila, quarter rum, case of beer, pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that you need all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a seriously illegal birthday gift, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that should really worry you is the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I know you'll get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.