"Gonzo," he whispered. "It’s the only way to celebrate the birth of a revolutionary socialist in a borrowed stable."
Merry Christmas. Now pass the damn punch. gonzo christmas orgy
I found the host, Nick, sitting alone in the kitchen, drinking eggnog straight from the carton. His eyes were hollow. His Santa hat was on backward. "Gonzo," he whispered
He looked at me. He looked at the chaos. He looked at the hamster cage now full of pickled eggs. sitting alone in the kitchen