hunter s. thompson

“This is going to be a very expensive war, and Victory is not guaranteed ― for anyone," he wrote.
There will be no more elections or football games for a while. But off-season is only temporary.
Can't be a Gonzo journalist? At least you can be a Gonzo pothead.
Today's presidential hopefuls must jump through a series of hoops aimed at selecting the candidates best suited to serve
The first and most important stop on our road trip back to New York was Las Vegas. I'd never been before so the idea was to make a straight-edge gonzo piece about my first impressions of Sin City uninfluenced by drugs or alcohol, a sacrilegiously sterile homage to that beautiful man, Hunter S. Thompson, who I had the time, resources and spirit to emulate in my late teens, early twenties.
It's Evan Thomas' observational grace notes that deliver the complete Nixon. You've got to empathize with a guy who was totally helpless with anything mechanical and was comically clumsy while wrestling a lobster that clawed onto his suit.
The pizza joint next door does a good slice of violence. An argument mushrooms. The cops on speed dial and paramedics export an unsatisfied customer to the hospital. Something about pepperoni, some kind of insult, I hear a metal pipe over the skull settled it.
Edgy animation memorializes Studs Terkel's interview with the great Hunter S. Thompson.