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.