Quote reblogged from The Life and Times of Hunter S. Thompson with 37 notes
The patio was crowded, so we sat inside at the snack bar. All around us were people I had spent ten years avoiding—shapeless women in wool bathing suits, dull-eyed men with hairless legs and self-conscious laughs, all Americans, all fearsomely alike. These people should be kept at home, I thought; lock them in the basement of some goddamn Elks Club and keep them pacified with erotic movies; if they want a foreign vacation, show them a foreign art film; and if they still aren’t satisfied, send them into the wilderness and run them with vicious dogs.
— from The Rum Diary by Hunter S. Thomspon (via chronicles) (via fuckyeahhst)
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