Hunter S. Thompson: Champion of Breakfast (two orders of excess and a side of Hot Damn!)
“Breakfast is the only meal of the day that I tend to view with the same kind of traditionalized reverence that most people associate with Lunch and Dinner. I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty-four hours, and mine is breakfast.
In Hong Kong, Dallas or at home — and regardless of whether or not I have been to bed — breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone, and in a spirit of genuine excess. The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef hash with diced chiles, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key lime pie, two margaritas, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert.
two cars: red nash rambler (50s) and 72 blue squareback doing 60 side by side on two lane shirley rim highway in full moon with lights outs while drivers pass stone object containing glowing coal of herb and cactus through open windows and cackle along to the dead channeling hunter thompson. that was wyoming in the 70s when meester hunter was broadcasting live. yes,we were getting ready for breakfast later on in the bighorns.
hahaha, i’m not sure if i would ever consider this guy a role model, but i do admire that fearlessness that he and guys like Cassady and Morrison had about stepping over the edge of sanity. i once saw a band called psychedelic breakfast; not sure if this is what they named themselves after but that guitarist was one of the best – if not the best – i’ve ever seen. i think i might have been flying when i saw them.
MiddleageBob…swing by and pick me up in 10, we’ll hit the road and strike sparks.
@dopeburger maybe you are still flying…? Yes, role model for these reasons: http://bit.ly/c10vpE (the rotten bastards took down my audio. It was “Mr.Tambourine Man”.
I tend to sweat heavily in warm climates. My clothes are soaking wet from dawn to dusk. This worried me at first, but when I went to a doctor and described my normal daily intake of booze, drugs and poison he told me to come back when the sweating stopped.
@ivan that was an HST quote and not an admission, correct?
This though-provoking culinary feature got me thinking and surfing. What other obscure advice has the good doctor meted out that may help future decisions?http://hooniverse.com/2010/03/11/hunter-s-thompson-and-the-song-of-the-sausag…
By some strange cosmic force, it was the weekend before this post that I was at the doorstep of Hunter S. Thompson’s apartment in The Haight. My goon friend and I stepped out from that framed doorway and onto the streets and saw through the same glass eye for a split second.
@horringbone “good” advice is in the eye of the beholder which is probably what @idlehead and his mate were looking for from HST’s front door perspective.
Indeed Juddster. idlehead’s post reminded me warmly of one of HST’s finest pieces of prose. Many thanks idlehead . . .And that, I think, was the handle – that sense of inevitable victory over the forces 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 can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look west, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark – that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.