![]() ![]() Hunter and I looked at each other and shrugged. But of course things were sort of swimming around: The granules slipped out and fell on my sweater. We went into the men’s room and sat in the middle of the floor, facing each another.ĭelicately, I removed the capsule from my pocket and tried to open it so that the tiny granules would be equally divided. We were tripping but figured we might as well. An hour later, during a break in the music, we decided to take the other capsule. We got on his motorcycle, a BSA 650, and went to the Matrix, a smoky, bar-sized club with a small dancing area. We’d often play hoops - his basketball had a huge HST painted on it - and get together at my place or his, or at Barbara’s. ![]() His first wife, Sandy, worked at a real estate agency with my then-girlfriend, Barbara. I met Hunter in San Francisco during the summer of 1965. I was the person who gave Hunter the LSD and who sat with him in that men’s room. The real story of what happened that night is a little different. The point is to show what it was like to be in San Francisco in 1966 - that feeling of limitless possibility, what Thompson refers to as the “high-water mark.” The contents of the capsule spill onto the sleeve of his sweater, a long-haired musician walks in, sees what’s going on and licks the drug off Thompson’s sleeve. ![]() After having gotten LSD from a street person, Thompson is in the men’s room of a rock club trying to ingest the drug. Thompson’s book “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas,” there’s a scene that flashes back to San Francisco in the mid-1960s. ![]()
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