His ideas and ideals are those of society in general and he is accepted as a respectable, but average and prosaic man. But is he a man? Has he any self-respect or pride in himself? How could he, when he has risked nothing and gained nothing? What does he think when he sees his youthful dreams of adventure, accomplishment, travel and romance buried under the cloak of conformity? How does he feel when he realizes that he has barely tasted the meal of life; when he sees the prison he has made for himself in pursuit of the almighty dollar?
Hunter S. Thompson, Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967
They seemed a little stunned at the idea that some straight-looking writer for a New York literary magazine would actually track them down to some obscure transmission shop in the industrial slums of south San Francisco. They were a bit off balance at first, but after 50 or 60 beers, we found a common ground, as it were…..Crazies always recognize each other.
Hunter S. Thompson on the Hells Angles, “The Playboy Interview” November 1974 (via thisgoldmineisgutted)
On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio. A new high-end Cadillac will go ten or fifteen miles faster if you give it a full dose of “Carmelita”. This has been proven many times. That is why you see so many Cadillacs parked in front of truck stops on Highway 66 around midnight. These are Speed Pimps, and they are loading up on more than gasoline. You watch one of these places for a while & you see a pattern: a big fast car pulls up in front of the doors and a wild-looking girl gets out, stark naked except for a fur coat or a ski parka, and she runs into the place with a handful of money, half-crazy to buy some flat-out guaranteed driving music.
Hunter S. Thompson, Kingdom of Fear (via thedevilsattorney)
The file also contains details on Thompson’s unsuccessful run for sheriff in Aspen, including something incredibly rare: a copy Thompson’s “Aspen Wallposter #6,” designed by artist Tom W. Benton and printed in Canada, but seized at the border and never released in the U.S. It featured President Richard Nixon’s face with vampire fangs and a hidden Nazi swastika in place of the “x” in his name, which only appeared when held up to a light. Thompson’s open hatred of Nixon is the stuff of journalistic lore, so it’s probably not surprising that the only president to resign his office to avoid impeachment would have sent agents digging for dirt on one of his loudest critics. “Some of my best friends have hated Nixon all their lives,” Thompson explains in Nixon’s obituary, published by Rolling Stone in 1994. “My mother hates Nixon, my son hates Nixon, I hate Nixon, and this hatred has brought us together.
FBI destroyed part of Hunter S. Thompson’s file | The Raw Story
Hunter’s FBI file on Scribd
We are all wired into a survival trip now. No more of the speed that fuelled the 60’s. That was the fatal flaw in Tim Leary’s trip. He crashed around America selling “consciousness expansion” without ever giving a thought to the grim meat-hook realities that were lying in wait for all the people who took him seriously…all those pathetically eager acid freaks who thought they could buy Peace and Understanding for three bucks a hit. But their loss and failure is ours too. What Leary took down with him was the central illusion of a whole life-style that he helped create…a generation of permanent cripples, failed seekers, who never understood the essential old-mystic fallacy of the Acid Culture: the desperate assumption that somebody…or at least some force - is tending the light at the end of the tunnel.
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (via strangetalesfromastrangetime)
Nixon’s spirit will be with us for the rest of our lives — whether you’re me or Bill Clinton or you or Kurt Cobain or Bishop Tutu or Keith Richards or Amy Fisher or Boris Yeltsin’s daughter or your fiancee’s 16-year-old beer-drunk brother with his braided goatee and his whole life like a thundercloud out in front of him. This is not a generational thing. You don’t even have to know who Richard Nixon was to be a victim of his ugly, Nazi spirit.
He has poisoned our water forever. Nixon will be remembered as a classic case of a smart man shitting in his own nest. But he also shit in our nests, and that was the crime that history will burn on his memory like a brand. By disgracing and degrading the Presidency of the United States, by fleeing the White House like a diseased cur, Richard Nixon broke the heart of the American Dream.
Hunter S. Thompson (via atomteria)
(Source: The Atlantic, via atomteria)
He was the worst possible father figure in the best way.
Marilyn Manson on Hunter S. Thompson (via crosseyed)
I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that some of us were making real progress, that we were taking an honest road, and that some of us would inevitably make it over the top. At the same time, I shared a dark suspicion that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between these two poles - a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other - that kept me going.
Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary (via vagrantoptimism)