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‘How long you been knowin' him?’ and | told him, ‘All through the sixties,’ you know. And | said it was a fantastic idea.” For the New Year, Flynt flew Gregory and me to the Bahamas. Gregory was in the kitchen, diligently preparing a health drink for Flynt — this must have been the birth of his Bahamian Diet powder -— and he was also feeding unfiltered conspiracy theories to his eager student. At midnight, we all went out on the dock and stood in a misty drizzle as Gregory uttered truly eloquent prayers for each of us. When he finished, Flynt’ s wife Althea whined, like Lucy in the Peanuts strip, “My hair's getting all wet.” It was her way of saying “Amen.” On New Year's Day, we were sitting in the sand, just relaxing. Flynt had bought a paperback novel by Gore Vidal in the hotel store, but first he was reading the Sunday New York Times and worrying about the implications of juries with only six members. A moment later he was rubbing suntan lotion on my back. “I'll bet Hugh Hefner never did this for you,” he said. koe & Larry Flynt had been traveling around a lot, but he happened to be back in L.A. at the same time that my friend LSD guru Ram Dass was visiting, so | had the unique pleasure of introducing them. Larry, Althea, HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_015395