I can’t wait to use this next hiring season. http://www.nerve.com/news/books/read-hunter-s-thompsons-rejection-letter-to-a-prospective-writer “You worthless, acid-sucking piece of illiterate shit! Don’t ever send this kind of brain-damaged swill in here again. If I had the time, I’d come out there and drive a fucking wooden stake into your forehead. Why don’t you get a job, germ? Maybe delivering advertising handouts door to door, or taking tickets for a wax museum. You drab South Bend cocksuckers are all the same; like those dope-addled dingbats at the Rolling Stone office. I’d like to kill those bastards for sending me your piece… and I’d just as soon kill you, too. Jam this morbid drivel up your ass where your readership will better appreciate it.”
I just read a book on Hunter S.'s life told through the words of people who knew him. Anybody who started his day with 6 cups of coffee, eight beers and a half grapefruit is ok with me.