The first time I read Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, I was a brown-nosing little eighth grade student who favored epic battle re-enactments with action figures over all other forms of social interaction. Simply checking that book out of the library made me feel a little bit bad-ass. Now I know Thompson a little better, and I have since found other ways to entertain myself (sometimes still involving action figures because, well, people don't change that much), and I find something more than feeble claims at street-cred within the pages of his work. This, though, is awesome, a short-but-telling summary of a day-in-the-life of Hunter S Thompson:
I found it on THIS blog.
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