self portrait by hunter s. thompson, on the road to tijuana.
year unknown, but hairline still intact.
Actually, if I dug around a bit I'm sure I could ferret out a date, but I cannot be f@cked. This blog is privately endorsed by Mr. Thompson.
The Ouija Board does not lie. I do not, either. I have so sense of tumor.
▼ HUNTER S. THOMPSON: LETTER TO WILLIAM S. BURROUGHS & ODE TO JACK from "Kerouac - Kicks Joy Darkness" CD (Rykodisc) 1997 (US)
KEROUAC: JOY KICKS DARKNESS
4 comments:
I love the title of this post... It showed up in my feed-reader and I was, like, hmm...
It's wild to see Hunter with hair: Don't seem quite right, do it?
Hrm...
It's wild, too, to hear Hunter actually trying to enunciate (though he ends up mush-mouthed-mumbling anyhow!)...
So short, though. Such a little tease.
It is very strange to see him so well groomed. You kind of do a double take. I've seen photographs of him previously "with hair" - when he was very young, of course - but usually his hair was cropped very close, even then.
Shit. I'm beginning to sound like a fashion columnist here. Someone with a fetish for hair product at the very least.
I prefer it when he mumbles; i'm a mumbler, myself.
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