“At the stroke of midnight in Washington, a drooling red-eyed beast with the legs of a man and a head of a giant hyena crawls out of its bedroom window in the South Wing of the White House and leaps fifty feet down to the lawn…then races off into the darkness...towards the Watergate, snarling with lust, loping through the alleys behind Pennsylvania Avenue, and trying desperately to remember which one of those fore hundred identical balconies is the one outside of Martha Mitchell's apartment… But I was only kidding. The President of the United States would never act that weird.”
-An excerpt of Hunter S. Thompson’s Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail ‘72
Nixon. It’s a name that inspires fear, disgust, the modern day’s strong yet common
-An excerpt of Hunter S. Thompson’s Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail ‘72
Nixon. It’s a name that inspires fear, disgust, the modern day’s strong yet common