Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

by Hunter S. Thompson

Extremely menacing vibrations all around us.

You can turn your back on a person, but never turn your back on a drug—especially when it’s waving a razor-sharp hunting knife in your eyes.

the Matrix,

but spilled the rest on the sleeve of my red Pendleton shirt

fear and loathing—intolerable

29¢ hamburger with pickles and onions.