
Hunter S. Thompson did everything better than you.
He smoked better. He dropped acid better. He shot guns better. He rolled with the Hell's Angels better.
He even took pictures of girls in bikinis walking Dobermans better.
When he died mysteriously he even distributed his ashes better than anyone by having them blown out of a cannon.
If you haven't seen the fine collection of photos taken by Hunter or of the fine writer, you only have a few more days to catch "Gonzo" at M+B (621 N. Almont, West Hollywood, 90069).




The only art opening I've ever been to with a bar stocked exclusively with Wild Turkey.
In addition to the pieces on the wall (which can be seen on the site as linked to above), there's a huge coffee table book with more -- worth flippin.
When Graham Chapman of Monty Python fame died he was creamated and his ashes were placed into dozens of shells of a fireworks display. I think that beats Hunter