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“This was the fatal flaw in Tim Leary's trip. He crashed around America selling "conciousness expansion" without ever giving a thought to the grim meat-hook realities that were lying in wait for all the people who took him too seriously. After West Point and the Priesthood, LSD must have seemed entirely logical to him... but there is not much satisfaction in knowing that he blew it very badly for himself, because he took too many others down with him.”

Quote by Hunter S. Thompson

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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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