Vegas
The trip to Vegas was boring. Well, mostly. I was alone, hot (I hate airco and seldom use it) and grumpy, if simultaneously mildly amused. I was driving to Vegas to bet a grand on the San Francisco 49ers to win the Super Bowl.
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Gonzo News Update – Sunday June 12, 2022
Ok, back to news. Google the word “news’ and I get… Guns, COVID, abortion, Trump hearings, China nuclear buildup, Sarah Palin leads in polls for special election… wait, really? I’d almost click on that, but it’s the New York Times.
I Live Gonzo
Kyle K. Mann here. Still thinking about Hunter Thompson’s birthday, and the fact that he’d have been 82 today, had he not killed himself. Thompson lived hard, played hard, and was pretty beat up at the end. Frankly, he looks scary when Johnny Depp sees him in the Fear and […]
Charlie Manson and the Death of the Hippie Dream
I knew the Hippie Dream was over by the time of the mess that was Altamont, the anti-Woodstock concert. Altamont happened 20 or 30 miles east of San Francisco in late ‘69. The bad vibes were flowing like crazy leading up to the event, and I decided not to go, sensing […]