“ The only security you will ever have with me is what you have now: the fact that I want you so much that my mind is never completely with me…I would give at least four of my fingers to be able to wake up right now at 107 Thompson, with you beside me, quite naked, and face an evening of love and indolence. The past six months have been so good that I will be forever spoiled. Never before in my life have I felt so happy that I wanted nothing to change…I’m afraid we’ll never reach again…and I think maybe all we need is to be alone and together, with nothing so necessary as a lock on the door.
Hunter S. Thompson in a letter to Sandy Conklin dated October 1, 1960. It must be October that brings about this kind of rampant longing.
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