“I wondered what would happen if some Kingston Trio / young stockbroker type might wander in and catch us in the act. Fuck him, I thought. With a bit of luck, it’ll ruin his life- forever thinking that just behind some narrow door in all his favorite bars, men in red Pendleton shirts are getting incredible kicks from things he’ll never know.”— - Hunter S. Thompson (via The Great Perhaps)
“The importance of Liking Yourself is a notion that fell heavily out of favour during the coptic, anti-ego frenzy of the acid era — but nobody guessed back then that the experiment might churn up this kind of hangover; a whole subculture of frightened illiterates with no faith in anything.”—Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail ‘72, Hunter S. Thompson (via FickleFascination)
Thanks for posting my HST/Nixon gif--I posted it with all my HST spam on his birthday (check out anything I tagged "Hunter S. Thompson"). When the going gets weird, the weird make gifs.
Anyway, great blog you have here & I'm glad you found me, so I can follow.
GIMME YR GIFS! I dunno how to make them :) And thank you for your kind words!
Not enough people are educated on HST. To make it worse, a lot of people don't even know who he is and its such a shame. People will ask me who he is and I give them examples of his works and the only one that is familiar to them, if any, is Fear and Loathing
“Most people who deal in words don’t have much faith in them and I am no exception - especially the big ones like Happy and Love and Honest and Strong. They are too elusive and far too relative when you compare them to sharp, mean little words like Punk and Cheap and Phony. I feel at home with these, because they’re scrawny and easy to pin, but the big ones are tough and it takes either a priest or a fool to use them with any confidence.”— Paul Kemp, a character in the Hunter S. Thompson novel, The Rum Diary. (via kardiaofau)
It’s been about 10 years since I first picked up a copy of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and began to read. It took me a few hours to finish, because I could not put it down. I remember skipping my last class of the day to go to the park and finish reading. Have you ever had one of those moments when you realize that your actions have just changed your life forever? Whether you recognize it immediately, or see it when you look back, that is when things changed. You can trace it back to that exact moment. It’s like how our parents remember exactly what they were doing when JFK was shot. What song was playing on the radio, interrupted by the announcement. I never wanted to be a writer, per se, but I write. I wrote. I wanted to Change Things, at least. Maybe open a few eyes. And perhaps as much as Hunter Stockton Thompson, born July 18, 1937, means to me, this blog and all of you reading this means just as much. Maybe even more, if I really stop and think about it. I have friends who appreciate Thompson, to be sure, a few that even check this blog occasionally, but no one really “gets it” I guess. No one else I know makes sure to read their favorite HST books and articles at least once a year, or ever deigned to read his books chronologically to make sure they got it right. No one I know read Fear and Loathing and thought, “Ya know, teenage me, dropping acid sounds like a really great idea” because of it. It just never meant as much, which I “get.” He’s my Shakespeare. And I miss him every day. I never knew him, had only been following his work for a few years before he died, but I miss him every day. And so I started this blog, because I will never get to meet him. Never bum a cigarette off of him, or get to buy him a cup of coffee, or go hunting, or talk about motorcycles or politics and just try and keep up. Never get to wish him a happy birthday in person. But I have you, now don’t I?