The best smelling urinal in Las Vegas. Can't remember where it was, as I was quite drunk, but it smelled like a god damn citrus orchard.
Ta Da!
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Hunter S. Thompson
I'm more saddened by this than I can say, but I'm glad it ended on his terms. Blaze me a trail through bat country, you brilliant, crazy son of a bitch. I'll see you when I get there.
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