May 21st, 2010
The Cautionary Tale of Hunter S. Thompson
Tags/ Posted by Julie AndrijeskiSee me reflected in the fairy tale mirror: the snarls of hair, the graying teeth, the skin smeared with mud and rain. I might have crawled out of the brush to hamstring you with a sharpened rock.continue reading this poem
If they’d just left the poor bastard alone. If he’d just been allowed to shoot off guns, take mescaline while lounging naked in public areas, blow up the occasional jeep with gasoline and dynamite . . . everything would have been fine. To all of those crew-cut wearing cops and their higher-ups in Chicago and New York and Washington D.C. . . . you blew it, man. Never piss off a writer. At least . . . not the wrong writer.
