“Just let me make sure I have it all lined up. You want me to throw this thing into the tub when ‘White Rabbit’ peaks — is that it?”
Nothing is fun when you *have to do it*—over & over, again & again—or else you’ll be evicted, and that gets old. So it’s a rare goddamn trip for a locked-in, rent-paying writer to get into a gig that, even in retrospect, was a kinghell, highlife fuckaround from start to finish…and then to actually get *paid* for writing this kind of manic gibberish seems genuinely weird; like getting paid for kicking Agnew in the balls.
Hunter S. Thompson, on writing Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas
A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.