I woke up this morning to some unfortunate news. One of the most influential journalists of all time, Hunter S. Thompson, has died at the age of 67. Now rather than dumping the heavily repeated facts about this outstanding character, I have decided to share my 1st HST experience (which was a mere 8-9 years ago). I was working at this crap job with a handful of other folks that shared similar interests. The release of Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas (the movie) was just around the corner when my peer introduced HST to me. I was handed a copy of the book, and away I read. I was blown away and amazed by the onslaught of insanity. Weeks later the words so freshly embedded in my brain were put in visual format compliments of Johnny Depp & Benicio Del Toro (and two tabs of LSD). And that, my friends, marked the beginning of my admiration and respect for one Hunter S. Thompson.
"Some may never live, but the crazy never die." (Hunter S. Thompson)
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ONE MUST ABANDON THE ANCHOR OF OBIDENECE
AS EASY AS SNOW
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