HST and me

Hunter Thompson wrote with so many distractions, it’s hard to see how he ever put out the amount of real work that he did.  Could you imagine being regulated on a certain amount of substance and maintaining that along with going off the radar every now and then with the psychedelics and still be able to sell shit like Mescalito and Screwjack?  That’s a tough nut, but he managed better than most.  Despite all the assumed exaggeration, which I’m positive there were, the man still operated under very unusual conditions.  Here I sit and try and let the same kind of feelings overwhelm me.  I look for the esthetic to set the scene and I find it surprising that I put out nothing more than this sophomoric dribble that I call James Beasley at his best.  Not sure what it is, but I like the way this types out.  Thompson prided himself on his spelling and typing, this is one area I will have to argue with him.  Only a veteran secretary could type some of this shit out under the influence the way he or even I am at this moment and it not look like what I just wrote.  Thank god for Microsoft word.  Brilliant invention, corrects all those little flaws we humans find ourselves with.