Oh, but combination flying saucer kooks/Hollyweird "drug" pushers* get a pass? He asked to have his nose twisted, by the way, and being the kindly super-secret Alphabet Agency mole that I am, he was obliged.
*ya know, maybe I was a little harsh on dear old Dave. He's a victim. After all, Hollyweird churns out the mind altering drugs. Dave just stands on the street corner and passes out the syringes.
Evidently you don’t know
Las Vegas Dave
any better than you know the UFO literature.