Meanwhile, it’s dawn here & I have to go down the road & steal a bale of hay to make a nest for my Doberman bitch who’s about to have a litter. Maybe you’d like a few pure-bred champion vicious Dobermans to leave around the office at night. To rip the lungs out of all those writers who keep trying to break in and alter the small print of their contracts.

To Jim Silberman, Random House, May 9, 1971 – Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson – Odyssey Editions


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