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Thompson, Hunter S.

The Rum Diary

My apartment in New York was on Perry Street, a five minute walk from the White Horse.

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold.

Kingdom of Fear

My parents were decent people, and I was raised, like my friends, to believe that Police were our friends and protectors—the Badge was a symbol of extremely high authority, perhaps the highest of all.

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