Well, as most people focus on Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas T-Shirts... we're slightly breaking the mold by idolizing Hunter S. Thompson as the gonzo journalist that he was!Image that, thinking outside of the box when it comes to a man that would accept no less!!
We know, it's a stretch... brace yourself.
Seriously though, did you see those bats? They're everywhere.
I once thought the bat was a sign of evil, a filthy beast that only politicians and gorillas kept as pets, and fed-on once and while... I'm not sure anything has changed. Then it came to me in a dream, it was a psychedelic circus filled with the pill-popping hallucination generation... they pointed me to a white room, I walked through and it was as blue as crystal, filled with giant green lizards! They saw me, I was f*ct... blood began to spill and the horrid mass of prehistoric reptiles proceeded to engage in a subjugation so sublime it was intoxicating!
When I left, things were never the same... I had a doctorate degree in one hand, and some artwork in the other (which looked as though a legion of doomed lawyers had vomited upon it in some sacrifical outrage). I unearthed a strange desire to meet an unnamed man named Ralph Steadman, and an addiction to experiment wildly in the ways of gonzo journalism.
As I walk across the desert of Washington DC, I'm left fighting my way through a colony of bats that are savage upon my fragile psyche... between intense bouts of drug-hazed flashbacks (my typewriter t-shirt soaked in bile and nicotine) I see the finite words painted on a gore splattered wall in hell:
No Sympathy for The Devil's Rejects
( I suppose they mean, me. )
"We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon."
Ã¡Ã¡ - HST / 1971