A sort of clothing that you feel is strongly required when heading in the direction of Las Vegas in the midst of a drug frenzy.
"But first we need the car. And after that the cocaine. And then the tape recorder, for special music, and some Acapulco shirts." The only way to prepare for a trip like this, I felt, was to dress up like human peacocks and get crazy, then screech off across the desert and cover the story.