] When Hunter Thompson's first book, Hell's Angels, was
] published in 1967, I assigned him to write about his
] promotional tour for The Realist. Because he was having
] financial problems, I paid him $200 in advance. Later, I
] extended his deadline and offered to send him some LSD if
] it would help.
]
]
] "Good," he wrote back. "I've blown every deadline I've
] had for the past few months and it's good to find
] somebody with a schedule as fucked up as mine. The action
] here for the past two months has been unbelievable. All
] at once I got evicted, my wife went into a lingering
] two-month miscarriage and my lawyer came out from San
] Francisco and flipped out so badly that the two sheriff's
] deputies took him one Saturday night 200 miles across
] mountains to the state loony bin... As for acid, thanks
] but I'm suddenly OK."

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