The dwelling of a thoughtless teenager

Saturday, August 26, 2006

A Moment from the mind of Hunter S. Thompson

Strange memories on this nervous night in Howe Texas. Has it been Five years? Six?It seems like a lifetime. The kind of peek that never comes again.San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of.With no explanation.No mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner or time in the world. Whatever it meant.There was madness in any direction. At any hour it can strike sparks anywhere.There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.And that I think was the handle.That sense of inevitable victory over the senses of old and evil.Not in any mean or military sense,we didn't need that, our energy would simply prevail.We had all the momentum. We were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave.So now, less than five years later, you could go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look west. And with right kind of eyes you could almost see the high water mark.That place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.

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