Hunter S Thompson

I'm wondering "Hunter shoots the truth" instead of "finds" was a better line.

But, then I have to think about "blows" and "shoots".

:)
 
i think he was an arse - although i never met the geezer, it's just the way i perceive him.

He could well have been, but you have got to admire someone so consistently and persistently self-destructive. That man was like a one man drug trial! :)
 
He could well have been, but you have got to admire someone so consistently and persistently self-destructive. That man was like a one man drug trial! :)

... and his hell's angels experiences got on me nerves a bit too.

he shoulda chosen the outlaws. :D

aw, i didn't i say i didn't admire him; i just thought he was a bit of a tube.
 
... and his hell's angels experiences got on me nerves a bit too.

he shoulda chosen the outlaws. :D

aw, i didn't i say i didn't admire him; i just thought he was a bit of a tube.

His book on american politics was tedious to the point of torture. Haven't tried the Hells Angels stuff. What Hunter S Thompson did that should be applauded, was inspire a hilarious Aussie writer named John Cunningham to read this fabulous book called He Died With A Felafel In His Hand. Check it out.
 
No, actually, first time I've heard the theory, but it makes sense, it fits the M.O.
 
Walking stiff let me tell ya
Better left for dead
And now we are on a mission
Well its full speed ahead
My legions when we do the crime
Lets get one thing straight
To get there early is on time
And showing up on time is late

Ladies and gents, were still alive
By the skin of our teeth, now its killing
Angel in our pocket, devil by our side
We aint going nowhere cuz heroes never die

Still alive
Blood of heroes
Never die
They never die

Weve been run down every hill
Chased up all the dead end streets
But if you try to cut us out
Youll get a kick in the teeth

Ladies and gents were still alive
By the skin of our teeth, now its killing time
Fasten up your head belts,
Time to ride the skies
Its time to be immortal, cuz heroes never die
 

" 'They'll never let us back in that place- not after your scene at the press table.'

'What scene?'

'You bastard,' he said. 'I left you all alone for three minutes! You scared the shit out of those people! Waving that goddamn marlin spike around and yelling about reptiles. You're lucky I came back in time. They were ready to call the cops. I said you were drunk and that I was taking you up to your room for a cold shower. Hell, the only reason they gave us the press passes was to get you out of there.'

He was pacing around nervously. 'Jesus, that scene straightened me right out! I must have some drugs. What have you done with the mescaline?'

'The kit bag,' I said.

He opened the bag and ate two pellets while I got the tape machine going. 'Maybe you should only eat one of those,' he said. 'That acid's still working on you.'

I agreed. 'We have to go out to the track before dark,' I said. 'But we have time to watch the TV news. Let's carve up this grapefruit and make a fine rum punch, maybe toss in a blotter... where's the car?'

'We gave it to somebody in the parking lot,' he said. 'I have the ticket in my briefcase.'

'What's the number? I'll call down and have them wash the bastard, get rid of that dust and grime.'

'Good idea,' he said. But he couldn't find the ticket.

'Well, we're fucked,' I said. 'We'll never convince them to give us that car without proof.'

He thought for a moment, then picked up the phone and asked for the garage. 'This is Doctor Gonzo in eight-fifty,' he said. 'I seem to have lost my parking stub for that red convertible I left with you, but I want the car washed and ready to go in thirty minutes. Can you send up a duplicate stub? ... What... Oh?... Well, that's fine.' He hung up and reached for the hash pipe. 'No problem,' he said. 'That man remembers my face.'

'That's good,' I said. 'They'll probably have a big net ready for us when we show up.'

He shook his head. 'As your attorney, I advise you not to worry about me.' "


-Hunter S. Thompson
Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas and Other American Stories
New York, 1996.
( Modern Library Edition )



The inimitable inventor of Gonzo Journalism did it like nobody else. As we all know, when Hunter S. Thompson died, he went out with a bang. The illustrations by Ralph Steadman are priceless.

"If you remember the '60s, you weren't there."
-R. Crumb

If Fear and Loathing doesn't make you crack a smile, check to see if you've got a pulse.
 
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