Obsessions: Shot by Hunter S. Thompson

However, if I had had the chance to meet Hunter S. Thompson, a player of real acid, my fantasy is that during a brief conversation in which he got to know a little I would feel comfortable asking at the end of our conversation: Do you think I could handle the acid?

Even after I gave him the story of when my friends have tried it in college, then walked through the New York Botanical Gardens and invented rock n 'roll pack - which is a standard with a backpack radio boombox the same - I would say no, that person should not take LSD, which suppressed discontent. 

Hopefully this will just sound like a guttural sort of gesture, because that would be subtle enough.
There is a distinct possibility that HST would think not only could not handle the drugs, but you may hate me completely. I can not imagine anyone who covered the Hells Angels, shark fishing contests, even threatened the life of the man he hated more than anyone on Earth (Richard Nixon) and helped get Jimmy Carter elected president of the company enjoy me, who basically gets paid Twitter to make a living? 

I am not alone in my fascination with Thompson lasting. Today the film on the novel by Thompson began writing in 1959 at the age of 22 years of age, "The Rum Diary" starring Johnny Depp, will be released. The film offers many opportunities to remind the renegade journalist, as a recent piece titled Jann Wenner Hunter S Thompson was my brother in arms." 

I have the curiosity continued. And while it is fine I can not write or take drugs such as Thompson, actually trying to be like it once. 

In 2008, after reading "The Kentucky Derby is decadent and depraved," the piece that invented Gonzo journalism, I wrote a three part series for Yahoo! Sports called "The Odyssey to the infield" involving the three legs of the Triple Crown of thoroughbred racing in person. My experience was pretty cranky, but I wrote in a style that was involved in the decline and ignore the truth of the depraved. 

I also exceeded in the game, alcohol and some spoiled frat boy misogyny, took a can of beer to a projectile of the clavicle and hung around in fancy dress women who were too drunk to know they were blind to the knees in the mud. But with all that I still could not capture their frenetic style.

I was impressed by my own power, but never let it come unhinged, and HST if you read this report would probably be as optimistic nausea was. 

It's great that I did not, because everyone who tries to emulate his genius Gonzo falls short, to some extent.
Recently, when stuck in the annals of the meeting of the Juggalos Carmichael, Emma Deadspin, wrote an excellent analysis on the currency of the breasts of women in music and arts festival corrupted held back somewhere in southern Illinois (see: "If you insane In utopia Gathering Of The Juggalos The"). 

While I was reporting Gonzo had Juggalo clown makeup and all, but ended with a determination that could not be one of those people. I can not help but wonder if Thompson fraternized with the crazies in the "bridge drug" in the aptly named The Gathering if he had finished making his people - and then set off explosives would probably have many, many together. 

I suspect that "The Rum Diary" will be released to mixed reviews. I bet most of the criticism is the fact that 48-year-old Depp is trying to play a 23 years old. Thompson and fans who watch the movie will get the subtext of this book is supposed to Thompson at the point of finding their way to self-destruction. 

Once in your life when fear and hatred was fear. It was a time before Nixon, Thompson envisioned when writing books of varying degrees of insanity, and not necessarily cover the political campaigns of the different degrees of politicians crazy. 

We do not know what part of "The Rum Diary," which he composed in the 50's and how much he wrote later (the novel was not published until 1998 in fact), but I like to think that everything that was written in the early 20 -Thompson was written by a man who believed in the idea that his own career momentum to drive down the road of madness, for better or for worse. 

Something that might be more impressive than the Thompson meeting and he insults me and write me off as a hack journalists libertine in "The Rum Diary", would meet with him and he loves me. 

Perhaps you would like me to work at work where you get to post things like photos of Hunter S. Thompson Holidays and video of people doing supercut Hunter S. Thompson impressions? 

Hunter and maybe even Twitter? Like Johnny Depp, said this week: "He was a very smooth. Hyper, hypersensitive, therefore, self-medication." Maybe I could get a cool nickname like Depp Thompson, Thompson called "The Colonel." Of course, if I liked, you could end up taking acid and developing the fuel consumption of backpack technology for rock n roll '. And then there's a good chance I'll lose my mind.