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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.
====Hell's Angels====
California, Labour Day weekend ... early, with ocean fog still in the streets, outlaw motorcyclists wearing chains, shades and greasy Levis roll out from damp garages, all-night diners and cast-off one-night pads in Frisco, Hollywood, Berdoo and East Oakland, heading for the Monterey peninsula north of Big Sur ...
====Fear And Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72====
Outside my new front door the street is full of leaves.
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