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Comments on: No http://www.winkie.org/2005/02/21/no/ Searching for one brief hour of Madness & Joy Tue, 06 Jan 2009 07:54:22 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.0.4 by: Jimbodacious http://www.winkie.org/2005/02/21/no/#comment-562 Fri, 04 Mar 2005 15:55:44 +0000 http://www.winkie.org/2005/02/21/no/#comment-562 I'll never forget my first night in Aspen when I took over as editor of the Aspen Daily News. The reporters and I ended up at Hunter's house and one girl (who I later found out was completely psycho) over indulged on booze, shrooms, dope and who knows what else. At about 3 a.m., Hunter's assistant, Deborah, shoos us out saying Hunter has to get to work. As we all wander out in a daze, we realize that one of our party is missing. Hunter immediately gets The Fear, produces his infamous laser-sighted 9mm semi-automatic, pulls a round into the chamber and raises the gun over his head as he lurched out the front door proclaiming "Comb the grounds!" We later found her passed out in the downstairs bathroom, with the door locked, nonetheless. After much jimmying, we got the door open and loaded her into the van we arrived in. She puked all the way back to town. But I've never had such a wide ranging conversation with anyone. The guy was a veritable encyclopoedia of information on everything from peacocks to single malt Scotch and why he prefers a quality blend (Chivas) to the raw stuff. It's too bad journalists today don't have even a smidgen of gonzo in them. We sure wouldn't be in the shit we are now if they did. I’ll never forget my first night in Aspen when I took over as editor of the Aspen Daily News. The reporters and I ended up at Hunter’s house and one girl (who I later found out was completely psycho) over indulged on booze, shrooms, dope and who knows what else. At about 3 a.m., Hunter’s assistant, Deborah, shoos us out saying Hunter has to get to work. As we all wander out in a daze, we realize that one of our party is missing. Hunter immediately gets The Fear, produces his infamous laser-sighted 9mm semi-automatic, pulls a round into the chamber and raises the gun over his head as he lurched out the front door proclaiming “Comb the grounds!”
We later found her passed out in the downstairs bathroom, with the door locked, nonetheless. After much jimmying, we got the door open and loaded her into the van we arrived in. She puked all the way back to town.
But I’ve never had such a wide ranging conversation with anyone. The guy was a veritable encyclopoedia of information on everything from peacocks to single malt Scotch and why he prefers a quality blend (Chivas) to the raw stuff.
It’s too bad journalists today don’t have even a smidgen of gonzo in them. We sure wouldn’t be in the shit we are now if they did.

]]> by: Outside Prague http://www.winkie.org/2005/02/21/no/#comment-561 Wed, 23 Feb 2005 22:33:14 +0000 http://www.winkie.org/2005/02/21/no/#comment-561 Humanity has lost one of its truest voices. Grant The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.~~Dr. Hunter S. Thompson Humanity has lost one of its truest voices. Grant

The Edge… there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.~~Dr. Hunter S. Thompson

]]> by: attorney http://www.winkie.org/2005/02/21/no/#comment-560 Wed, 23 Feb 2005 22:26:21 +0000 http://www.winkie.org/2005/02/21/no/#comment-560 The Bats Are Circling... The Bats Are Circling…

]]> by: Robert, Bob before waking up, http://www.winkie.org/2005/02/21/no/#comment-559 Wed, 23 Feb 2005 08:33:55 +0000 http://www.winkie.org/2005/02/21/no/#comment-559 Ironically in a surge of natural ADRENALINE...I spelled it wrong. I forgot to add a memory. I'm 16, a newly christened driver. I've just finished reading Fear and Loathing for the first time. I'm driving down the road and see a cop minding his own business on the side of the road. I immediately feel an overpowing urge to gun the accelerator, blast into the side of the patrol car, and end it all in a mushroom cloud of glory. I shake it off with the thought, "what the Hell did I just read?" Now that's what I call influential. Ironically in a surge of natural ADRENALINE…I spelled it wrong.
I forgot to add a memory. I’m 16, a newly christened driver. I’ve just finished reading Fear and Loathing for the first time. I’m driving down the road and see a cop minding his own business on the side of the road. I
immediately feel an overpowing urge to gun the accelerator, blast into the side of the patrol car, and end it all in a mushroom cloud of glory. I shake it off with the thought, “what the Hell did I just read?” Now that’s what I call influential.

]]> by: Robert, Bob before sewing my oats. http://www.winkie.org/2005/02/21/no/#comment-558 Wed, 23 Feb 2005 08:19:22 +0000 http://www.winkie.org/2005/02/21/no/#comment-558 What? No toaster in a bathtub? No straight adreline cocktail?!? No menage a trois heart attack?!! A gun. A stupid gun. What? No toaster in a bathtub? No straight adreline cocktail?!? No menage a trois heart attack?!! A gun. A stupid gun.

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