“she had a swimming pool shaped like a football in her backyard, and the neighbours called the police on us when we ran around naked & fucked like sea-weasels on the diving board…sally loved football players. she thought she could stay young forever by sucking the juice of eternal life out of hard young bodies. she called it “the milk of paradise” and she rubbed it on her face every night.”—Hunter S. Thompson - Kingdom of Fear
“Every reaction is a learning process; every significant experience alters your perspective. So it would seem foolish, would it not, to adjust our lives to the demands of a goal we see from a different angle everyday? How could we ever hope to accomplish anything other than galloping neurosis?”—― Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967 (via katherinelever)
“A little bit of this town goes a very long way. After five days in Vegas you feel like you’ve been here for five years. Some people say they like it — but then some people like Nixon, too. He would have made a perfect Mayor for this town; with John Mitchell as Sheriff and Agnew as Master of Sewers.”—page 193, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson (via bpgonzo)
“When a man gives up drugs he wants big fires in his life - all night long, every night, huge fires in the fireplace and the volume turned all the way up.”—Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing On the Campaign Trail ‘72
“One of the basic laws of politics is that Action Moves Away from the Center. The middle of the road is only popular when nothing is happening.”—Hunter S. Thompson from Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail ‘72 (via matthewrphillips)
“We shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time.”—Hunter S. Thompson (via auntleonaskitchen)
“I’m a word freak. I like words. I’ve always compared writing to music. That’s the way I feel about good paragraphs. When it really works, it’s like music.”—Hunter S. Thompson, Woody Creek, March 1990. (from Songs of the Doomed)
“Panic. It crept up my spine like first rising vibes of an acid frenzy. All these horrible realities began to dawn on me. There I was, alone in Las Vegas, completely twisted on drugs, no cash, no story for the magazine, and on top of everything else, a gigantic God-damned hotel bill to deal with.”—Raoul Duke, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (via glassballoons)
“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 (via batcountryword)
Now that Hunter’s birthday is over, I’m going to go back to posting other stupid shit I like that isn’t Hunter S. Thompson (with the occasional Hunter S. Thompson) starting tomorrow. If you’re looking for all-Hunter blogs (or at least mostly-Gonzo blogs), look no further. Well, look at the following list, and then look no further.
21 years ago, my friend and mentor Dr. John W gave me my first copy of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Though fairly well-read at that point, as a college sophomore I was as full of shit as every other college sophomore at that point.
That book, at that time, changed my life. Forget the booze, the acid, the madness, the fear - Hunter Stockton had a finger on the pulse of humanity - not just ‘gonzo/participatory’ journalism.
Go back and read what he wrote-all of it. Read it along with a few other great American writers (Vonnegut, Heller, Kerouac, Wolfe, Lee, Fitzgerald, etc.). Open a bottle or two of wine…uncork a bottle of whisky…pop open a few dozen beers and lose yourself in their words and your world.
You owe it to yourself and to him.
Goddamn I miss you, you fucker. Thank and curse yøu for the love of booze and LSD and fast cars with no tops and loud music and Samoan attorneys-all of it.