As mentioned previously, tonight I attended a screening of Terry Gilliam’s film version of Hunter S. Thompson’s book “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”.
Whole lotta hipsters there. I guess me, wearing my fedora and Chucks, fit right in.
The movie is just as drunken and elliptical as I remember it. It’s as close as I ever hope to get to being actually stoned.
I’ll stick to drunk, thanks very much. That’s as out-of-control as I ever need to be.