I think of Hunter S. Thompson siccing the dog
on the Nixon dummy in Fear and Loathing in
Las Vegas. "Nixon!" he says, and the Doberman Pinscher
goes for the dummy's crotch. Then he fires his pistol at
the mojo wire. It is a big pistol. I think of him careening down
a hill in San Francisco, typing his final copy, saying, "I'm a
total professional." Gimme another drink of water.
Gimme a hit of blotter acid. Give me ether.
Give me cleaning products.
Reading the MSDS sheets
for drug information.
Nighthawks at the Diner.
Tom Waits. Randy Newman. Gold Old Boys.
Neil Young playing the Star-Spangled Banner.