Alright guys, I have a nerdy idea and I need help.
I’m at 1935 followers, a mere 2 followers away from 1937, the year of HST’s birth. When I hit 1937 followers, I wanna do something special, probably just a spam (trust, if I had something cool to give away, I would.) So what should I do/spam/whatever?
First off this blog is my favorite. Secondly I recently saw the rum diary which is one of my all time favorites by the Good Doctor and I couldn't believe how disappointed I was. I would love to talk to you about it because you appriciate the writings and the man as much as I do and i have no one to vent about how bad that movie was. They strayed from the book so much ughhhH! sorry needed to rant
“On some days you wonder what it all means. And on some days you find out. It’s like suddenly seeing a huge black pig in your headlights when you’re running 80 miles an hour on ice. Boom. Total clarity. No more gray area.”—Hunter S. Thompson, Better than Sex (via karolena)
“It was terribly sad - not the music itself, but the fact that it was the best they could do. Most of the tunes were translated versions of American rock-and-roll, with all the energy gone. I recognized one as ‘Maybellene.’ The original version had been a hit when I was in high school. I recalled it as a wild and racy tune, but the Puerto Ricans had made it a repetitious dirge, as hollow and hopeless as the faces of the men who sang it now in this lonely wreck of a roadhouse. They were not hired musicians, but I had a feeling they were putting on a performance, and any moment I expected them to fall silent and pass the hat. Then they would finish their drinks and file quietly into the night, like a troupe of clowns at the end of a laughless day.”—The Rum Diary, Hunter S. Thompson (via comebeforethedawn)
“I think it was Mao Tse-tung who said that all political power grows out of the barrel of a gun . And whoever owns that… if he says that two plus two is equal to five, it will equal five.”—Hunter S. Thompson (1978)
“Puerto Rico. I came down here looking for a story, but I found the strangest paradise on Earth. It’s where your secrets come to dance and the voodoo works it’s magic. And if the drinking doesn’t get you into trouble, the women definitely will. All of this may sound like some crazed hallucination, but it’s all true - I think.”—The Rum Diary, HST. Just as spot on as the first go round. (via trappedintime)
“Got to think all the time,” he muttered. “That’s my trouble—I take vacations from thinking.” He nodded. “It works out the same way as all the other vacations—you relax for two weeks, then spend fifty weeks making up for it.”
“As for the truth about his health: I have asked around about it. I am told that he appears to be strong and rosy, and steadily sane. But we will be doing what he wants us to do, I think, if we consider his exterior a sort of Dorian Gray facade. Inwardly, he is being eaten alive by tinhorn politicians.
The disease is fatal. There is no known cure. The most we can do for the poor devil, it seems to me, is to name his disease in his honor. From this moment on, let all those who feel that Americans can be as easily led to beauty as to ugliness, to truth as to public relations, to joy as to bitterness, be said to be suffering from Hunter S. Thompson’s disease. I don’t have it this morning. It comes and goes. This morning I don’t have Hunter S. Thompson’s disease.”—Kurt Vonnegut review of Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail ‘72 by Dr. Hunter S. Thompson (via and-so-itgoes)
“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, in an Associated Press Interview in 2003 (via writeworld)
“Word of his death was a shock to me, but not particularly surprising since I’d called him a week or so before and heard from [his wife] that he was right on the edge. More than anything else, it came as a harsh confirmation of the ethic that [he] had always lived but never talked about…the dead-end loneliness of a man who makes his own rules…”— Hunter S. Thompson; a 1967 obituary of journalist Lionel Olay (via barredsubject)
“Most of them say they’ll do just about anything, as long as it’s not drinking gin with a 200-pound bald psycho in an open car at high noon on Alii drive or in the Kona Surf parking lot. Which is where I always dump them. Except for the ones who drink gin…”— Hunter S. Thompson, The Curse of Lono
“There are only two ways to make it into big-time politics today: One is to come on like a mean dinosaur, with a high-powered machine that scares the shit out of your entrenched opposition (like Daley or Nixon), and the other is to tap the massive, frustrated energies of a mainly young, disillusioned electorate that has long since abandoned the idea that we all have a ‘duty’ to vote. This is like being told you have a ‘duty’ to buy a new car, but you have to choose immediately between a Ford and a Chevy.”—Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing: on the Campaign Trail ‘72. (via johnwilkestooth)