Ontem à noite vi o documentário “Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson” e senti falta de mais informação sobre o convívio dele com o grupo de motoqueiros, que gerou um dos livros mais divertidos e inteligentes que já li.
Fear and Loathing in the Counterculture
Guess who’s coming to dinner.
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WARNING: This post contains descriptions of alleged sexual violence.
For the last six years or so, one party has been haunting me. It wasn’t any soiree I’d attended—this party took place on Saturday August 7, 1965 at Ken Kesey’s LSD-laced ranch in La Honda, California. It was a fete that epitomized the West Coast psychedelic movement’s embrace of drugs, music, and above all, the outlaw lifestyle. What made this party special wasn’t its mix of intellectuals—poet Allen Ginsberg and Harvard psychology professor Richard Alpert (aka Baba Ram Dass) among them—and countercultural icons such as Hunter S. Thompson and Neal Cassady; it was the 15-foot-long, red white and blue sign strung up outside the ranch: THE MERRY PRANKSTERS WELCOME THE HELL’S ANGELS.
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