Pop Posted February 21, 2005 Share Posted February 21, 2005 Thompson, you suckerpunched me when I was a teenager. When I got my hands on a copy of Hell's Angels, the die was cast. I never decided whether you woke me up or pointed me straight into the tornado. Hell's Angels, Fear and Loathing, man, I just knew I had to get me some of that. Ya crusty, warped bastard. I hope the gods keep a place at the table where you can take notes. You did your best stuff from out on the edge and now you crossed the Rubicon that brutal, ascerbic, acid drenched pen is gone quiet and I 'm stuck with buckets of oatmeal propaganda, smarmy starryeyed jibberish and morality gestapo approved drivel. I hope you left a note. This would be a helluva a time to decide to not report the facts from your point of view. Another turn of the wheel. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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