"There are times, however, and this is one of them, when even being right feels wrong. What do you say, for instance, about a generation that has been taught that rain is poison and sex is death? If making love might be fatal and if a cool spring breeze on any summer afternoon can turn a crystal blue lake into a puddle of black poison right in front of your eyes, there is not much left except TV and relentless masturbation. It's a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die."
i adore hunter s thompson. he sparked my passion once more for artistic journalism. who cares if writers dont 'make bank,' the traveling counts!
can i be louis lane one more time???
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