Hunter S. Thompson (Again)…

True American author. 

“My attorney was now fumbling with the salt shaker containing the cocaine.  Opening it.  Spilling it.  Then screaming and grabbing at the air, as our fine white dust blew up and out across the desert highway…A very expensive little twister…”  ‘Oh, jesus!’ he moaned.  ‘Did you see what God just did to us?’

” ‘God didn’t do that!’ I shouted.  ‘You did it.  You’re a fucking narcotics agent!  I was on to your stinking act from the start, you pig!’

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