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“Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish - a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow - to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested... Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.”

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Hunter S. Thompson
Hunter S. Thompson

Hunter S. Thompson was an American journalist, writer, and editor, known for his unique writing style and coverage of the hippie culture. His work often featured first-person narration, filled with adventure and rebellious spirit. Thompson was praised for his deep insights into political and social issues and is considered a pioneer of 'New Journalism'. more

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