He collected a bet, ordered a double margarita, adjusted his cigarette holder to a rakish angle, corrected a bartender who called him Mr. Thompson (“That’s Doctor, and don’t forget it), turned to me and uttered what I took to be a sound of greeting: “aaarrrggghhh.
Robert Anson’s interview with Hunter S. Thompson in 1976 (via icantwaittohoseyoudown)
(Source: bootyflex)