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Ever since the wise Dr. Thompson ended his life over a year ago, I have felt a nagging urge to get really fucked up on drugs. While I don't intend to bring any of these plans to fruition, I think that its something for one to think about. A way to pay homage to a man responsible for as much smut and drugs in this country as romance and freedom.
"The American Dream," as Hunter called it, was always in front of him, but ever out of reach, like a carrot on a stick, driving him kicking and screaming. Maybe he found it in March of 2005 and finally bit into that juicy, deep orange vegetable, only to find it teeming with worms and cancer. Maybe it broke his heart to such an extent that he fell down on the path of all good donkeys and couldn't get up.
There is no purpose for this post other than an ode to a great man. I'm going home to fight my roommate and watch "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas."
"The American Dream," as Hunter called it, was always in front of him, but ever out of reach, like a carrot on a stick, driving him kicking and screaming. Maybe he found it in March of 2005 and finally bit into that juicy, deep orange vegetable, only to find it teeming with worms and cancer. Maybe it broke his heart to such an extent that he fell down on the path of all good donkeys and couldn't get up.
There is no purpose for this post other than an ode to a great man. I'm going home to fight my roommate and watch "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas."
posted by stephen at 7:49 PM
2 Comments:
hey dude, we should go drinking sometime. I suggest September 1st, the first friday of the new semester, and we should go get d-runk while you complain about the people you work with.
stupendous. will there be random drug use? cause, you i'm down with that.
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