A gonzo journalist writing for sports editors hits the road on an assignment to Sin City with a trunk full of dangerous drugs that looked like a mobile police narcotics lab.
He had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-coloured uppers, downers, screamers, laughers and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum (there’s a movie out Rum diaries starring Jonny Depp out now what a strange coincidence!), a case of Budweiser, a pint of Rae ether and two dozen amyls. What I am thinking is oh boy! that’s all gonna do some irreversible damage to the old human body.
What was meant to be an assignment on a few photos of motorcycles and dune buggies racing around the desert, had turned out to be a point of no return. If you thought things should only get better, wrong. He was then sent to cover the National District Attorney’s Conference on Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs still fully loaded with dangerous substances. Outrageous. The story was one wild helter skelter goings on written in an easy flowing style. Dark humour thrown in with some realistic characters. Don’t forget there’s nothing better than getting high naturally on adrenaline, fear, happiness and love. Prepare to be immersed into the seedier side of the world by a writer who’s been they and got the t-shirt. You can watch Hunter S. Thompson on Letterman, 11/25/88 here on my web page.