Writers whose works I love: Neal Stephenson, Thomas Pynchon, Neil Gaiman, Margaret Atwood, Herman Melville, Ishmael Reed, Leo Tolstoy, Franz Kafka, Feodor Dostoevsky, Anton Chekhov, Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman, and James Joyce.
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After years of having this party in downtown Atlanta hotels and having huge problems as results, they smartly moved the Halloween Ball to campus. This is from the fall of 1993, and the University rolled out many kegs for this party, so my friend Jeff and I responded in the only way we knew how: by dressing up as Hunter S. Thompson and the God of Beer.
Why yes, that is a football that we carved up and wore as a crown on Jeff’s head. What else would the God of Beer wear?
I will rip the bastard’s lungs out.
And eat them.
My favorite lines from Pt.2 of ‘Fear and Loathing’:
Their sound system looked like something Ulysses S. Grant might have rigged up to address his troops during the Siege of Vicksburg.
For obvious reasons—so vivid and it might, might appeal to my fascination with the War.
“My attorney saw the hitchhiker long before I did. “Let’s give this boy a lift,” he said, and before I could mount any argument he was stopped and this poor Okie kid was running up to the car with a big grin on his face, saying, “Hot damn! I never rode in a convertible before!”
“Is that right?” I said. “Well, I guess you’re about ready, eh?” The kid nodded eagerly as we roared off.
“We’re your friends,” said my attorney. “We’re not like the others.””
- Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Art by Ralph Steadman
I have this book; it’s fantastic.
Steadman’s best work with Hunter if not Hunter’s best work.
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