Hunter relished such frightful words. "Evil, "wicked, "fear and loathing." These were the words that described the world best for him.
Once, when he was pressed into the back seat of my car with three other people, he tried to escape to a nearby bar when I slowed for a red light in heavy traffic. Foiled by the baby lock that had been inadvertently clicked on, he raged at me: "Get me out of this evil contraption before I start killing."
And of course who other than Hunter Thompson would refer to a car as "this evil contraption"? It no doubt was just some ordinary four door sedan but reading Thompson you get sucked into his world view and actually get the image that he is in some HR Geiger designed monstrosity. That was part of the beauty of his writing, he actually got you to share in his hallucinations.
I bought Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail many years ago but never got more than a few pages into it. I'll have to dig it out and give it another shot. As a bonus it also has photos by Annie Leibowitz on one of her early assignments for Rolling Stone.
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