[g'nad]

"I'm driving near a lake, and the road keeps getting nearer and nearer to the water, until eventually the road is covered by water and disappears... variations include driving on a road in the country which eventually turns into a trail and then disappears, or driving on a road under construction and suddenly realizing the construction isn't finished (usually as my car flies off the end of the uncompleted overpass...)"

BLACK SCREEN

A desert wind moans sadly. From somewhere within the wind
comes the tinkly, syrupy-sweet sounds of the Lennon Sisters
singing "My Favorite Things." A series of sepia images of
anti-war protests from the mid-sixties appear one after
another on the screen.

In the violently scrawled style of Ralph Steadman, the title
FEAR AND LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS splashes onto the screen. A
beat, and then it runs down and off revealing:

TITLE: "He who makes a beast of himself
Gets rid of the pain
Of being a man."
Dr. Johnson

The VOICE OF HUNTER S. THOMPSON -- a.k.a. RAOUL DUKE:


DUKE (V/O)
We were somewhere around Barstow on
the edge of the desert when the
drugs began to take hold.

[Ramius]

Yah. That's what I thought, too.

Kill the body and the head will die. This is written in my journal for some reason. :-)

[Ramius]

We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold.

My attorney was pouring beer on his chest to facilitate the tanning process. No sense telling him about the bats, I thought, he'll see them soon enough...

[stands2reason]

No point mentioning those bats, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough.