hell’s angels, hunter s thompson
“I bought a paper and went to the bar and lunch counter at the far end of the store. While I was reading the [Hell's Angels'] rape story I heard a little girl behind me ask: ‘Where are they, Mummy? You said we were going to see them.’ I turned to look at the child, a bandy-legged pixie just getting her permanent teeth, and felt thankful once again that my only issue is male. I glanced at the mother and wondered what strange grooves her mind had been fitted to in these wonderfully prosperous times. She was a downbeat thirty-five, with short blonde hair and a sleeveless blouse only half tucked into her tight Bermuda shorts. It was a vivid tableau… on a hot Californian afternoon a sag-bellied woman wearing St Tropez sunglasses is hanging around a resort-area market, trailing her grade-school daughter and waiting in the midst of an eager crowd for the arrival of The Hoodlum Circus, as advertised in Life.”
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~ by dani on Wednesday, 8 September, 2010.
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