I watched "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" a couple days ago, then bought and finished the book yesterday. Wow.
I want to be Hunter. His writing style is terrific, his commentary on the American Dream and 60's drug culture is scathing and he just strikes me as brilliant. He seems manic and bizarre, yet there's a real intelligence behind this. I'm profoundly jealous. This is how I'd like to write.
I want to write more about this, but my brain is currently stalled and won't rev up. Maybe I need some LSD to kickstart it.
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