San Francisco, 1971. As the Vietnam War rages, the government wages war at home against the hippy counter-culture. High profile drug trials capture headlines. Seymour Phillips, a headstrong journalist eager to prove himself, discovers key information uncovering a vast drug network. A routine interview leads to a sensational accusation that the man accused of trafficking mass quantities of LSD, works for the CIA. While most Americans were watching Leave it to Beaver and listening to The Everly Brothers, an eclectic group of CIA operatives were spiking each other's coffees with LSD, throwing decadent parties and hiring prostitutes to slip unsuspecting johns drug-laced drinks in order to observe every stoned and kinky moment from behind two-way mirrors. And this was only when they weren't dreaming up the next far reaching 'official' application for this new, all-powerful, mind blowing drug - a drug that would ironically fuel the counter-culture over a decade later. Coincidence? Maybe not. 'This stuff is terrific and it's obviously a labour of love.' David Lloyd, artist, co-creator with Alan Moore of V for Vendetta