Stories from the fruits and nuts of the University of California, Berkeley, School of Law (Boalt Hall)
posted by Tom Fletcher at 9:23 PM
Apropos of the wet snow, HT would surely forgive, if not condone, this hangdog evening. In the last few hours, I drank too much, talked too much, counseled a convict, outlined Federal Rules of Civil Procedure 8-12 (work-product, blast!), wrote a speech on Democratic politics, got punched in the head (twice), recovered, broke my friend's nose, collapsed on a rainy patio, woke up, shook bloody hands, walked home in the rain.It's as close to a Hunter S. Thompson experience as I expect -- or desire -- to have in my life. And all without the aid of illegal drugs. Well, the rain thing might be from Hemingway. Anyhow, those fuckers got a book deal out of it. I just got a black eye.
Interesting post on Hunter from the Rude Pundit:http://rudepundit.blogspot.com/2005/02/hunter-s.htmlIndeed, he shall be missed, and if for nothing more - his persona aside - his words were magically spoken written truths about America's worst leaders.
Even better from Wings & Vodka:"What kind of God lets Hunter S. Thompson shoot himself, but is cool with allowing Dan Brown to go on living?"It's not better because it's about Thompson, it's better because it rags on Dan Brown. God I hate Dan Brown (therefore kill him).
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