Actually, I don’t think it makes much difference. Johnson looks ready to take us all over the brink in a fit of stupid rage and frustration. He fucks up every time he turns around, but he still has the main clout. I wrote Eugene McCarthy and said I’d help if he thought he needed any, but that looks pretty bleak, too. Right now I should be writing my new “column” in Ramparts, but I can’t get up the zap for it. We’re into a very evil bag. I want to get my new passport arranged and get a fat advance for some non-existent book, so I can leave the country on 24 hours’ notice. The bastard is looking for a reason to declare war officially, and all hell will break loose when that happens. I see a Nixon-Johnson election coming up, and that’s too much for my head. Maybe the dope freaks are right.
   No word from Kennedy in months. I don’t know what it means. McGarr has turned devious and fuck crazy, jumping from one bad scene to another, hanging me up with friends, etc. I don’t even know what to make of it, but I guess he’ll eventually calm down. […]
   Off to bed now, almost dawn here. 4–5–6 inches of snow on the ground, cold as hell, probably as good a place as any to hide right now. The last address I had for Noonan was AmExpress, Paris. If you’re heading south try that, but I think he’s in Spain by now. I gave him your Amsterdam address. Sandy is pregnant again. Sow and ye shall reap.…
   Hunter
   Hunter and Juan Thompson.
   (PHOTO BY DAVID PIERCE; COURTESY OF HST COLLECTION)
   1. Paul Krassner was the editor of The Realist, a Los Angeles-based counterculture magazine.
   2. Elsie was Barger’s “old lady” at the time. She died in a motorcycle crash, leaving behind a young son.
   3. CBC was supposed to pay Thompson for appearing on their television talk show.
   4. Skip Werkman, a Hell’s Angel, was a surprise guest on the Toronto (CBC) talk show.
   5. Thompson had agreed to give the Hell’s Angels all free books, an offer he reneged 011 after the stomping.
   6. A San Francisco Hell’s Angel.
   7. Thompson had appeared on Irv Kup’s eponymous TV show.
   8. Paul Cunningham was a news reporter on the Today show.
   9. West was a progressive magazine in Los Angeles.
   10. Another literary agent, who would represent Thompson in later years.
   11. II. Lawrence Lack, publisher of the Los Angeles Free Press.
   12. Stanley Owsley, the legendary LSD chemist.
   13. A well-known dealer of psychedelics.
   14. Ginzburg had been an editor at Esquire and Eros and was now an editor at Fact magazine.
   15. Kerista was a loosely formed cult-like tribe at the time. It evolved into a well-known commune several years later.
   16. Julian Hart was the press officer at the embassy in Rio. His wife helped the U.S. press corps get access to officials.
   17. Jim Jensen, a CBS reporter, was working on a story about motorcycle gangs.
   18. Peter Dominick was a Republican senator from Colorado.
   19. Pope Dau, a charismatic cult leader, wanted Thompson to write about his messianic powers.
   20. Dink Stover was the hero in a series of upbeat stories for teenagers.
   21. Thompson was writing a Nevada-based story for The New York Times.
   22. Hinckle had a spider monkey in his office, which Thompson despised.
   23. Dave Pierce was the mayor of Richmond. California.
   24. Thompson’s lawyer. His name has been changed here.
   25. The brand of rifle purportedly used to kill JFK.
   26. Eric Hoffer was a popular Bay Area socialist writer.
   27. Thompson had recorded the La Honda party/meeting between the Hell’s Angels and Merry Pranksters on cassettes and had promised to send them to Wolfe, who would later use them in The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test (New York, 1968).
   28. Berry had presented Thompson with an official police badge to use if he found himself in a legal jam.
   EPILOGUE
   “MIDNIGHT ON THE COAST HIGHWAY”
   San Francisco, 1960
   All my life my heart has sought a thing I cannot name.
   –Remembered line from a long-forgotten poem
   Months later, when I rarely saw the Angels, I still had the legacy of the big machine–four hundred pounds of chrome and deep red noise to take out on the Coast Highway and cut loose at three in the morning, when all the cops were lurking over on 101. My first crash had wrecked the bike completely and it took several months to have it rebuilt. After that I decided to ride it differently: I would stop pushing my luck on curves, always wear a helmet, and try to keep within range of the nearest speed limit … my insurance had already been canceled and my driver’s license was hanging by a thread.
   So it was always at night, like a werewolf, that I would take the thing out for an honest run down the coast. I would start in Golden Gate Park, thinking only to run a few long curves to clear my head, but in a matter of minutes I’d be out at the beach with the sound of the engine in my ears, the surf booming up on the sea wall and a fine empty road stretching all the way down to Santa Cruz … not even a gas station in the whole seventy miles; the only public light along the way is an all-night diner down around Rockaway Beach.
   There was no helmet on those nights, no speed limit, and no cooling it down on the curves. The momentary freedom of the park was like the one unlucky drink that shoves a wavering alcoholic off the wagon. I would come out of the park near the soccer field and pause for a moment at the stop sign, wondering if I knew anyone parked out there on the midnight humping strip.
   Then into first gear, forgetting the cars and letting the beast wind out … thirty-five, forty-five … then into second and wailing through the light at Lincoln Way, not worried about green or red signals but only some other werewolf loony who might be pulling out too slowly, to start his own run. Not many of these–and with three lanes on a wide curve, a bike coming hard has plenty of room to get around almost anything–then into third, the boomer gear, pushing seventy-five and the beginning of a windscream in the ears, a pressure on the eyeballs like diving into water off a high board.
   Bent forward, far back on the seat, and a rigid grip on the handlebars as the bike starts jumping and wavering in the wind. Taillights far up ahead coming closer, faster, and suddenly–zaapppp–going past and leaning down for a curve near the zoo, where the road swings out to sea.
   The dunes are flatter here, and on windy days sand blows across the highway, piling up in thick drifts as deadly as any oil slick … instant loss of control, a crashing, cartwheeling slide and maybe one of those two-inch notices in the paper the next day: “An unidentified motorcyclist was killed last night when he failed to negotiate a turn on Highway 1.”
   Indeed … but no sand this time, so the lever goes up into fourth, and now there’s no sound except wind. Screw it all the way over, reach through the handlebars to raise the headlight beam, the needle leans down on a hundred, and wind-burned eyeballs strain to see down the centerline, trying to provide a margin for the reflexes.
   But with the throttle screwed on there is only the barest margin, and no room at all for mistakes. It has to be done right … and that’s when the strange music starts, when you stretch your luck so far that fear becomes exhilaration and vibrates along your arms. You can barely see at a hundred; the tears blow back so fast that they vaporize before they get back to your ears. The only sounds are wind and a dull roar floating back from the mufflers. You watch the white line and try to lean with it,… howling through a turn to the right, then to the left and down the long hill to Pacifica … letting off now, watching for cops, but only until the next dark stretch and another few seconds on the edge … The Edge.… There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. The others–the living–are those who pushed their control as far as they felt they could handle it, and then pulled back, or slowed down, or did whatever they had to when it came time to choose between Now and Later.
					     					 			br />   But the edge is still Out There. Or maybe it’s In. The association of motorcycles with LSD is no accident of publicity. They are both a means to an end, to the place of definition.
   THE PROUD HIGHWAY HONOR ROLL
   David Amram
   Joan Baez
   Bob Braudis
   Douglas Brinkley
   William Burroughs
   Johnny Depp
   Donna Dowling
   Wayne Ewing
   Stacey Hadash
   Hal Haddon
   Laura Heymann
   Abe Hutt
   Don Johnson
   William Kennedy
   Lee Levert
   Annie McClanahan
   P. J. O’Rourke
   Julie Oppenheimer
   Beth Pearson
   Curtis Robinson
   David Rosenthal
   Shelby Sadler
   Madeline Sloan
   Juan Thompson
   Virginia Thompson
   George Tobia, Jr.
   Oliver Treibeck
   Gerald “Ching” Tyrell
   Townes Van Zandt
   Jennifer Webb
   Jane Wenner
   Jann Wenner
   Lawson Wills
   Jennifer Winkel
   Molly Wright
   Warren Zevon
   CHRONOLOGICAL LIST OF LETTERS
   1955
   “Open Letter to the Youth of Our Nation”
   “Security”
   “Night-watch”
   1956
   September 22 To Gerald “Ching” Tyrrell
   September 29 To Virginia Thompson
   October 18 To Elizabeth Ray
   October 24 To Jack Thompson
   October 25 To Ralph Peterson
   November 3 To Henry Stites
   November 10 To Sergeant Ted Stephens
   November 11 To Gerald “Ching” Tyrrell
   November 18 To Judy Stellings
   December 1 To Porter Bibb III
   December 12 To Rutledge Lilly
   1957
   February 3 To Judy Stellings
   February 5 To Virginia Thompson
   February 6 To Porter Bibb III
   March 3 To Judy Stellings
   March 10 To Gerald “Ching” Tyrrell
   March 17 To the Athenaeum Literary Association
   April 11 To Virginia Thompson
   May 3 To the Chamber Music Society
   May 11 To Kay Menyers
   June 6 To Chaplain (Lieutenant Colonel) Robert Rutan
   June 26 To L. J. Dale, National Association of Schools and Publishers, Inc.
   June 29 To Susan Haselden
   July 13 To Susan Haselden
   August 5 To Susan Haselden
   August 23 From Colonel W. S. Evans, Chief, Office of Information Services, U.S. Air Force
   August 25 To Susan Haselden
   August 28 To Virginia Thompson
   October 17 To Kraig Juenger
   October 24 To Joe Bell
   October 30 To Larry Callen
   November 4 To Kraig Juenger
   November 8 From Hunter S. Thompson, News Release (regarding his honorable discharge)
   November 29 To Lieutenant Colonel Frank Campbell
   November 29 To Virginia Thompson
   December 12 To Larry Callen
   December 14 To George Logan
   December 14 To Mrs. Spencer, Automobile Association of America
   December 15 To Joe Bell
   December 23 To Kraig Juenger
   December 27 To Susan Haselden
   December 28 To Virginia Thompson
   1958
   January 2 To Fred Fulkerson
   January 6 To Lieutenant Colonel Frank Campbell
   January 9 To Henry Eichelburger
   January 15 To Carol Overdorf
   January 17 To Sally Williams
   January 23 To Virginia Thompson
   January 28 To Captain K. Feltham
   January 29 To Arch Gerhart
   February 17 To Susan Haselden
   March 17 To Kay Menyers
   March 18 To Susan Haselden
   March 18 To Kraig Juenger
   March 31 To down beat magazine
   April 2 To Sally Williams (including “Debt Letter”)
   April 13 To Susan Haselden
   April 22 To Hume Logan
   April 29 To The New York Times
   May 1 To Susan Haselden
   May 19 To The Village Voice
   June 4 To Ann Frick
   June 6 To Larry Callen
   July 4 To Larry Callen
   July 4 To Kraig Juenger
   July 14 To Larry Callen
   August 29 To Ann Frick
   September 5 To Ann Frick
   September 26 To Paul Semonin
   October 1 To Jack Scott, Vancouver Sun
   November 12 To Susan Haselden
   November 22 To Kraig Juenger
   December 7 To Editor & Publisher
   December 19 To Ann Frick
   1959
   January 7 To Ann Frick
   January 23 To Ann Frick
   January 31 To Virginia Thompson
   February 21 To Ann Frick
   March 1 To The New York Times
   March 3 To Ann Frick [not mailed]
   March 25 To Ann Frick
   March 27 To Judy Booth
   March 30 To William Faulkner
   June 3 To Roger Richards
   June 7 To Larry Callen
   June 8 To Ann Frick
   June 12 To Ed Fancher, The Village Voice (including press release)
   June 17 To Robert D. Ballou, Viking Press
   June 20 To Rust Hills, Esquire
   June 25 To Rust Hills, Esquire
   June 26 To Ann Frick
   August 9 To William J. Dorvillier, San Juan Star
   August 9 To Virginia Thompson
   August 10 To the New York Department of Labor
   August 25 From William J. Kennedy, San Juan Star
   August 30 To William J. Kennedy, San Juan Star
   September 4 To William Styron
   September 5 To Jack Benson, Viking Press
   September 8 From William J. Kennedy
   September 10 To William J. Kennedy, San Juan Star
   September 12 To Elizabeth McKee
   October 1 To William J. Kennedy, San Juan Star
   October 20 To Whom It May Concern
   October 22 From William J. Kennedy, San Juan Star
   October 29 To William J. Kennedy, San Juan Star
   November 6 To the Municipal Court Magistrate
   November 8 To Elizabeth McKee
   November 25 To Puerto Rico Bowling News
   December 14 To Philip Kramer, Puerto Rico Bowling News
   December 14 To Robert Bone
   December 28 To Mark Ethridge, Louisville Courier-Journal
   1960
   January 14 To Home (Virginia Thompson)
   January 15 To Distribution Manager, Brown-Williamson Tobacco Company
   January 26 To Sandy Conklin
   March 22 To Angus Cameron, Alfred A. Knopf
   March 22 To Ann Schoelkopf
   April 7 To Sandy Conklin
   April 13 To Davison Thompson
   April 17 To Sandy Conklin
   May 25 To Laurie Hosford
   July 2 To Home (Virginia Thompson)
   July 16 To William J. Kennedy, San Juan Star
   July 24 To Editor, Grove Press
   August 9 To Virginia Thompson
   August 10 To William J. Kennedy, San Juan Star
   August 17 To Eleanor McGarr
   August 26 To Eugene W. McGarr
   August 28 To Eleanor McGarr
   September 11 To The New York Times
   October 1 To Sandy Conklin
   October 3 To Sandy Conklin
   October 19 To Eugene W. McGarr
   October 22 To Editor, Time
   October 25 To Mr. Dooley, San Francisco Examiner
   October 25 To Abe Mellinkoff, San Francisco Chronicle
   “Down and Ou 
					     					 			t in San Francisco”
   October 28 To Sandy Conklin
   November 15 To Laurie Hosford
   December 8 To J. P. Donleavy
   December 15 To Abe Mellinkoff, San Francisco Chronicle
   December 23 To Ann Schoelkopf
   1961
   January 6 To Paul Semonin
   January 9 To Mrs. V. A. Murphy
   January 11 To John Macauley Smith
   January 16 To Mrs. V. A. Murphy
   February 1 To Norman Mailer
   March 7 To Lieutenant Colonel Frank Campbell
   March 18 To Virginia Thompson
   April 26 To William J. Kennedy, San Juan Star
   June 2 To Banks Shepherd
   June 15 To Sterling Lord
   June 26 To Sterling Lord
   June 26 To Frank M. Robinson, Rogue
   “Big Sur: The Garden of Agony”
   July 21 To William J. Kennedy, San Juan Star
   August 4 To Ann Schoelkopf
   August 13 To Mrs. V. A. Murphy
   August 14 To Frank Robinson, Rogue
   August 20 To William J. Kennedy
   September 29 To Mrs. Chapman
   October 13 To Virginia Thompson
   October 14 To Alfred Kazin
   October 19 To Eugene W. McGarr
   October 21 To William J. Kennedy
   November 10 To Eleanor McGarr
   November 21 To Articles Editor, Atlantic Monthly
   December 8 To Mike Murphy
   December 11 To News Editor, Louisville Times
   December 21 To Mr. M. L. Sharpley
   December 22 To Frank Robinson, Rogue
   “New York Bluegrass”
   1962
   January 21 To Paul Semonin
   January 25 To the National Rifle Association
   February 2 To Eugene W. McGarr
   February 7 To Paul Semonin
   February 15 To Candida Donadio
   February 16 To Lionel Olay
   February 26 To James Zanutto, Features Editor, Pop Photo
   February 28 To Eugene W. McGarr
   March 13 To Daryl Murphy
   March 14 To William J. Kennedy