Anyone who read Hunter S. Thompson knew he
was a serious writer, well-read, and literate to his fingertips, and yet he
wrote about low-lifes and scuzz-balls, drop-outs and losers, street people, dope
fiends and strippers, lushes, people who drank ether.
Nyquil has chloroform in it. Cleaning products. Tom Waits.
Thompson went and saw for himself,
reported back what he found.
He thought straight people were
crazy. They are crazy. They are bat-shit crazy.
He knew that in
The Kentucky Derby is Decadent and
Depraved.
The
The Pulitzer Divorce Trail. A dog took my place.
Polo is my life.
Polo.
Ralph Lauren. Fashion.
When Rolling
Stone started running ads for the nice people you meet on a Honda he knew
he was in trouble.
When he got where he couldn’t go long he
offed himself.
Made sense to me.
Don’t try this at home.