Hunter S. Thompson
Hunter S. Thompson
Hunter Stockton Thompsonwas an American journalist and author, and the founder of the gonzo journalism movement. Born in Louisville, Kentucky, to a middle-class family, Thompson had a turbulent youth after the death of his father left the family in poverty. He was unable to formally finish high school as he was incarcerated for 60 days after abetting a robbery. He subsequently joined the United States Air Force before moving into journalism. He traveled frequently, including stints in California, Puerto Rico,...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth18 July 1937
CityLouisville, KY
CountryUnited States of America
Hey Rube: Blood Sport, the Bush Doctrine, and the Downward Spiral of Dumbness ... Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
It's a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat sh** and die.
Just sick enough to be totally confident
The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. Probably at the next gas station.
All energy flows according to the whims of the great Magnet. What a fool I was to defy him.
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.
My blood is too thick for California: I have never been able to properly explain myself in this climate.
Still humping the American Dream
The waitress had the appearance of a very old hooker who had finally found her place in life
Never create anything, it will be misinterpreted, it will chain you and follow you for the rest of your life.
In a world as weird and cruel as this one we have made for ourselves, I figure anybody who can find peace and personal happiness without ripping off somebody else deserves to be left alone.
I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right.
Myths and legends die hard in America.
Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser.