Hunter S. Thompson

eh, F+L in LV, Fear & Loathing on the Campaign trail '72, Great Shark Hunt, Hell's Angels, Better Than Sex

geweldige boeken.

en Doc: Wat bedoel je met rare acties tijdens dronkenschap na het lezen van HST?

Hunter S. Thompson Shoots Assistant

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (199 creator Hunter S. Thompson has allegedly shot his personal assistant. The legendary writer and journalist, who wrote the famed book, wounded his personal assistant when he fired a shotgun to chase a bear off his property. The victim Debra Fuller, 58, is being treated for her wound in Aspen, Colorado.

The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. Probably at the next gas station. We had sampled almost everything else, and now - yes, it was time for a long snort of ether. And then do the next hundred miles in a horrible, slobbering sort of spastic stupor. The only way to keep alert on ether is to do up a lot of amyls - not all at once, but stedily, just enough to maintain the focus at ninety miles an hour through Barstow.

"Man, this is the way to travel," said my attorney. He leaned over to turn the volume up on the radio, humming along with the rhythm section and kind of moaning the words: "one toke over the line, Sweet Jesus... One toke over the line..."

One toke? Poor fool! Wait till you see those goddamn bats. I could barely hear the radio ... slumped over on the far side of the seat, grappling with a tape recorder turned all the way up on "Sympathy for the Devil". That was the only tape we had, so we played it constantly, over and over, as a kind of demented counterpoint to the radio. And also to maintain our rhythm on the road. A constant speed is good for gas mileage - and for some reason that seemed important at the time. Indeed. On a trip like this one must be careful about gas consumption. Avoid those quick bursts of acceleration that drag blood to the back of the brain....."

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"....The car suddenly veered off the road and we came to a sliding halt in the gravel. I was hurled against the dashboard. My attorney was slumped over the wheel. "What's wrong?" I yelled. "We can't stop here. This is bat country!"
"My heart," he groaned. "Where's the medicine?"

"Oh," I said. "The medicine, yes, it's right here." I reached into the kit-bag for the amyls. The kid seemed petrified. "Don't worry," I said. "This man has a bad heart - angina pectoris. But we have the cure for it. Yes, here they are." I picked four amyls out of the tin box and handed two of them to my attorney. He immediately cracked one under his nose, and I did likewise.

He took a long snort and fell back on the seat, staring up at the sun. "Turn up the fucking music!" he screamed. "My heart feels like an alligator!"

"Volume! Clarity! Bass! We must have bass!" He flailed his naked arms at the sky. "What's wrong with us? Are we goddamn old ladies?"

I turned both the radio and the tape machine up full bore. "You scurvy shyster bastard," I said. "Watch your language! You're talking to a doctor of journalism!"

He was laughing out of control. "What the fuck are we doing out here in this desert?" he shouted. "Somebody call the police! We need help!"

"Pay no attention to this swine," I said to the hitchhiker. "He can't handle the medicine. Actually, we're both doctors of journalism, and we're on our way to Las Vegas to cover the main story of our generation." And then I began laughing ...

My attorney hunched around to face the hitchhiker. "The truth is," he said, "we're going to Vegas to crock a scag baron named Savage Henry. I've known him for years, but he ripped us off - and you know what that means, right?"

I wanted to shut him off, but we were both helpless with laughter. What the fuck were we doing out here in this desert, when we both had bad hearts?

"Savage Henry has cashed his cheque!" My attorney snarled at the kid in the back seat. "We're going to rip his lungs out!"

"And eat them!" I blurted. "That bastard won't get away with this! What's going on in this country when a scumsucker like that can get away with sandbagging a doctor of journalism?"

Nobody answered. My attourney was cracking another amyl and the kid was climbing out of the back seat, scrambling down the trunk lid.

"Thanks for the ride," he yelled. "Thanks a lot. I like you guys. Don't worry about me." His feet hit the asphalt and he started running back towards baker. Out in the middle of the desert, not a tree in sight.

"Wait a minute," I yelled. "Come back and get a beer." But apparently he couldn't hear me. The music was very loud, and he was moving away from us at good speed........."

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a salt shaker half full of cocaine

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(a guy with one glove en zo, dat stuk)
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Op 02 augustus 2000 17:29 schreef SunChaser het volgende:
Had de film laatst gehuurd maar niet gekeken want geen tijd. Is het uberhaubt iets?

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de beste, meest getrouwe boekverfilming die ik tot nu toe heb gezien

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Op 07 augustus 2000 11:24 schreef Ulx het volgende:
en omhoog met die dopeheads

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Op 07 augustus 2000 15:10 schreef SunChaser het volgende:
waarom?

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omdat ik wil weten of je die film nou al hebt gezien en zo nee: waarom niet? En zo ja: Goed hè?

Briljante film, heel triest eigenlijk ook. Hoe vaker ik em zie, hoe meer sneu ik het voor ze vind, dat ze zijn zoals ze zijn. *Traan biggelt over Barb's wang*
They're in batcountry now.

Ik heb het boek besteld want ik heb er veel goeds over gehoord.

Maar zijn de andere boeken van hem eigenlijk ook de moeite waard ... * Bosbeetle snuffelt graag in antiquariaten misschien viond ik nog eens iets

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Bosbeetle op 08-02-2004 22:02]

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Op dinsdag 6 april 2004 21:12 schreef koston het volgende:
Welk boek van Thompson is beter: The Rum Diary of Screwjack and other stories?
Ik wil er iig een van bestellen maar ik weet niet welke

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Op dinsdag 6 april 2004 21:33 schreef Dagonet het volgende:
Rum Diary wordt trouwens binnenkort verfilmd, weer met Johnny Depp en Benicio Del Toro, als je het vooraf kent maakt dat het zeker leuker

"I'm thinking of all the good I can do from up here with a luger"