Illustration by Dan Hillier
Hunter hated Christmas. One year it was just the two of us at Owl Farm and we were in Heaven — not having to go out to any of these big events. Hunter canceled everything and we drank, caught up, played loud music, watched TV — just “whooped it up,” as Hunter would say — and then he decided to call up everybody he knew, and in a very weird voice left his “Christmas greeting”: “This is Santa Claus — ho, ho, ho — I shit down your chimney.” He called Jann; he called everybody he could find in his Rolodex at all hours of the morning — waking some people up, of course. “Ho, ho, ho — I shit down your chimney.” We taped them all and would laugh hysterically in between each call.
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| — | Deborah Fuller, Hunter S. Thompson’s assistant from 1982 to 2003. (from GONZO: The Life of Hunter S. Thompson) |
Miss you Kurdt.
6/17 - Teenage angst has paid of well, now I’m bored and old.
In Utero tour props @ the Experience Music Project - Seattle, WA
On the way down the hill we walked three abreast in the cobblestone street, drunk and laughing and talking like men who knew they would separate at dawn and travel to the far corners of the earth.
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| — | Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary (via fuckyeahhst) |
This is the stream of the new album ‘Depths’ from my band Comply Or Die. Available to buy at http://complyordie.bandcamp.com
record release show Spet 8th Menagerie, Belfast with Slomatics and The Burnt Reynolds doors 9pm FREE ADMISSION!!
first review of my bands new album, available for pre-order at http://complyordie.bandcamp.com
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