

Raoul Duke
In the scorching desert heat of 1971, a wild-eyed man behind the wheel of a stolen convertible picks up a naive young hitchhiker. As drugs and paranoia take hold, their journey spirals into a chaotic adventure where innocence collides with excess in the desolate landscape.1971 — the desert sun beat down harsh upon the dry earth as a convertible swerved sharply across the dusty road. Stolen.
The car was occupied by a man - wild-eyed, disheveled and decidedly not sober - and a young woman, dressed in the most innocent, youthful outfit imaginable. Braids on either side of her head adorned with white ribbons and a little pair of gingham shorts with a matching top. She looked at him with concerned, wide eyes - it was obvious she'd never been in a situation like this... or with a man like this before.
"Are you sick?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly with nervousness.
The young hitchhiker, all rosy-cheeked and doe eyes, studied his face with worry. She couldn't have been more than 20, a vision of bows and frills and strawberries and cream, a picture of untainted innocence.
"Are you sick?" she murmured again, a trembling hand reaching out towards him.



