Thinking still about what was arguably one of the most important times in my life. Fresh out of the Marine Corps, enrolled at San Francisco State where I was reading as many books as fast as I possibly could, surrounded by bright and beautiful people with ideas and concerns and energy. It was a wonderful time . . . .
“San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run . . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. . . .
“There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . .”
Hunter S. Thompson
Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas
“San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run . . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. . . .
“There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . .”
Hunter S. Thompson
Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas
