I took his card and examined it carefully for a moment, as if I couldn’t quite read the small print. But I knew he was lying, so I leaned toward him and slapped him sharply in the nuts. Not hard, but very quickly, using the back of my hand and my fingers like a bullwhip, yet very discreetly He let out a hiss and went limp, unable to speak or breathe. I smiled casually and kept on talking to him as if nothing had happened. “You filthy little creep,” I said to him. “I am Johnny Depp!”
I have always hated astrologers, and I like to have sport with them. They are harmless quacks in the main, but some of them get ambitious and turn predatory, especially in Hollywood. In Venice Beach I ran into a man who claimed to be Johnny Depp’s astrologer. “I consult with him constantly,” he told me. “We are never far away. I have many famous clients.” He produced a yellow business card and gave it to me. “I can do things for you,” he said. “I am a player.”
“I had everything right at my fingertips. I missed nothing. My friends called me ‘toggle-boy’ because of my expertise with the channel switcher. They dropped by every Sunday to drink and mooch and gamble. It was like an impossible dream come true.”—Hunter, Hey Rube (via seaweedgo)
“With Hunter there was this constant demonstration that if you wanted to make something happen, you just had to plow ahead and do it on your own terms, and not let anything stop you.”—Tim Crouse on Hunter S. Thompson (via moonshinebologna)
“Fiction is based on reality unless you’re a fairy-tale artist, you have to get your knowledge of life from somewhere. You have to know the material you’re writing about before you alter it.”—Hunter S. Thompson
“Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives… and to the “good life,” whatever it is and wherever it happens to be. Let us strip to the ankles and revel in everything sensual: let us laugh at the world as it looks at itself through mushroom-cloudy glasses … and I suppose we might as well pay the rent too: for eviction is second only to hunger as the dirtiest word in the dictionary.”—
“No explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.”—Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (via twasapleasuretoburn)
What are your thoughts on the Bill Murray HST flick?
Where the Buffalo Roam? The writing isn’t very good, but the movie itself isn’t bad (I know a lot of people out there don’t dig it.) I rather liked it. Fear and Loathing is one of my favorite of Thompson’s, so it was easy for me to get caught up in the energy of the movie. I love Bill Murray in everything. Ever. And Peter Boyle as Acosta was amazing, I think he really fit the part!
“How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we’ll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, ‘cause it goes without saying that we can’t turn him loose. He’d report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they’ll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?”—Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (via vensohowlie)
it will be like a series of horrible earthquakes with an epidemic of dengue fever occurring in slow motion all over the world in the same week. not unlike the book of revelation, now that you mention it. when hell erupts out of the earth and the four horsemen of the apocalypse ride everywhere, everywhere, with permanent flood tides of blood and filth and murder that will destroy our lives forever —
…the world situation has become so nervous and wrong that disasters that would have been inconceivable two years ago are almost commonplace today. they are not our fault, to be sure, but still we live in fear of them —
Hunter, Hey Rube
[“I am watching the news right now. So much crazy stuff going on, I am afraid of the end of times” — Padraic yesterday.]
When I was 14, I was a wild half witted punk who caused a lot of trouble and wanted to tear the world in half and for no other reason, it didn't seem to fit me well. Now looking back on it I don't think I'd change what I did in those days but I've learned one crucially important thing since then and that's the idea of making your own path, not falling into the grooves that other people made. Remember that if you do one thing better than anybody it'll make your life a helluva lot easier for you in this world, which is a pretty mean world when you get to know it. A lot of people in it who ride big Harleys, especially in California. - Hunter S. Thompson
“The greatest mania of all is passion: and I am a natural slave to passion: the balance between my brain and my soul and my body is as wild and delicate as the skin of a Ming vase.”—Hunter S. Thompson, The Curse of Lono (via wordsfrombooks)
I am putting the kibosh on submissions and anonymous questions here, at least for a little while. It’s getting to be a bit much. You are more than welcome to ask questions or comment, I just turned off the anonymous option for now. Thanks!
Hunter gave everything he had to give and then left in a carefully planned act.
It is a heartfelt honest note that shows hunters thought process. It didnt have to be written that day to be considered suicide note, as long as you leave something behind to try to explain even remotely why, its considered suicide note. The note itself might not have deeper meaning,depends on how you look at it, but the act does. The act is much more meaningful. In a way, hunters suicide helps in coming a bit closer to understanding hunter. I find it a bit moronic posting thompson quotes and at the same time dismissing hunters last words as gibberish, but then again it is also moronic trying to convince you otherwise.
With all due respect, I don’t have to explain myself to you. I have my reasons, I have somewhat explained them, no matter how in eloquently. Thank you for your opinion, which you are entitled to.
We live in dangerous times. Our armies are powerful, and we spend billions of dollars a year on new prisons, yet our lives are still ruled by fear. We are like pygmies lost in a maze. We are not at War, we are having a nervous breakdown.
“I passed by a hallway a little later during the party and saw him talking alone with Keith Richards, which was absolutely amazing to hear. It sounded like two dogs barking at one another, or the secret language of dolphins. It was almost nonverbal, but they both seemed to understand what the other one was saying.”—Corey Seymour on Hunter S. Thompson and Keith Richards (via moonshinebologna)
“One of the worst incidents of that era caused no complaints at all:this was sort of good-natured firepower demonstration, which occurred one Sunday morning about three-thirty. For reasons that were never made clear, I blew out my back windows with five blasts of a 12-gauge shotgun, followed moments later by six rounds from a .44 Magnum. It was a prolonged outburst of heavy firing, drunken laughter and crashing glass. Yet the neighbors reacted with total silence. For a while I assumed that some freakish wind pocket had absorbed all the noise and carried it out to sea, but after my eviction I learned otherwise.”—Hunter S. Thompson from Hell’s Angels (via eyepealing)
“The public expects no less. They want a man who can zap around the nation like a goddamn methedrine bat: Racing from airport to airport, from one crisis to another—sucking up the news and then spewing it out by the ‘Five W’s’ in a package that makes perfect sense”—Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail ‘72 (via mynotebookisatumblr)
“The main problem in any democracy is that crowd-pleasers are generally brainless swine who can go out on a stage & whup their supporters into an orgiastic frenzy—then go back to the office & sell every one of the poor bastards down the tube for a nickel apiece. Probably the rarest form of life in American politics is the man who can turn on a crowd & still keep his head straight—assuming it was straight in the first place.”— Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail ‘72 (via mynotebookisatumblr)