Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. ThompsonMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
I think that this is the main point of this entire book, but I just may be a little off.
“We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls.
Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.”
I do give it to the late Thompson, he had a sense of humor that is under appreciated. He always had a type of writing style that followed a rambling maze that would linger in a subject or other. It always seems to me to be as ludicrous as this...
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