...that we are missing a thread on Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Dr. Hunter S. Thompson. I put down my rum and stared straight into his dark bleeding Samoan eyes.
"You can't be serious man," I screamed, "That book is genius. A Doctor of Journalism searching for the American Dream. The American Dream! Do you hear me man?"
He smiled slowly then retuned to calmly nursing his Don Rios Gold.
"As your attorney, I recommend you take some more mescaline. And AT LEAST one more hit off the nitros. It's going to be a long night and you are going to need to drive the Great Red Shark yourself"
This great, maddening Somoan bastard was right and I knew it. I gobbled down two more hits of mescaline for good measure, and fished through the glove box for the nitros, waiting for the other fans to show...
"You can't be serious man," I screamed, "That book is genius. A Doctor of Journalism searching for the American Dream. The American Dream! Do you hear me man?"
He smiled slowly then retuned to calmly nursing his Don Rios Gold.
"As your attorney, I recommend you take some more mescaline. And AT LEAST one more hit off the nitros. It's going to be a long night and you are going to need to drive the Great Red Shark yourself"
This great, maddening Somoan bastard was right and I knew it. I gobbled down two more hits of mescaline for good measure, and fished through the glove box for the nitros, waiting for the other fans to show...
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