Hunter S Thompson
3pm. rise
3:05 Chivas Regal with the morning papers, Dunhills
3:45 cocaine
3:50 another glass of Chivas, Dunhill
4:05 first cup of coffee, Dunhill
4:15 cocaine
4:16 orange juice, Dunhill
4:30 cocaine
4:54 cocaine
5:05 cocaine
5:11 coffee, Dunhills
5:30 more ice in the Chivas
5:45 cocaine, etc., etc.
6:00 grass to take the edge off the day
7:05 Woody Creek Tavern for lunch- Heineken, two margaritas, coleslaw, a taco salad, a double order of fried onion rings, carrot cake, ice cream, a bean fritter, Dunhills, another Heineken, cocaine, and for the ride home, a snow cone (a glass of shredded ice over which is poured three or four jiggers of Chivas.).
9:00 starts snorting cocaine seriously
10:00 drops acid
11:00 Chartreuse, cocaine, grass
11:30 cocaine, etc, etc.
12:00 Writing
12:05-6:00am. Chartreuse, cocaine, grass, Chivas, coffee, Heineken, clove cigarettes, grapefruit, Dunhills, orange juice, gin, continuous pornographic movies.
6am the hot tub-champagne, Dove Bars, fettuccine Alfredo.
8am Halcyon
8:20 sleep
Hunter S Thompson’s Daily Drink And Drug Intake (DangerousMinds)
Pic: Michael Orchs
… Panic. It crept up my spine like the first rising vibes of an acid frenzy.
Uppers, Downers, Screamers, Laughers, <- the comment section on this website.
Lightweight.
That would get boring pretty quick.
“…A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.”
-Raoul Duke
I’m more of a Raoul Moat man myself.,
Lmao. ‘member him.
Moaty, it’s gazza!
I got tired just reading that
Doesn’t he ever get any “me” time?
A drug person can learn to cope with things like seeing their dead grandmother crawling up their leg with a knife in her teeth, but nobody should be asked to handle this trip. Bazooko’s Circus is what the whole hep world would be doing every Saturday night if the Nazis had won the war. This was the Sixth Reich.
6:30pm Make my way out to RTE in Donnybrook for a couple of hours of Football punditry
Ha ha ha. Excellent.
Wonderful!
Brilliant.
Do people believe all this crap?
At seven pm I’d have been at mass.
Remember when this was doing the rounds on the Internet.
He’s like doctor who.
Overrated.
His comments on Nixon were good though.
Carrot cake?
People who document their alcohol or drug intake tend to be massive bores. They mistake tolerance or thirst for mood-altering substances for personality. It’s about as interesting as how many eggs you like for breakfast.
One is an oeuf.
Tell me more.
You’re right. But in this instance it was the biographer who chronicled his daily drug intake, not Thompson.
Any proof? This lists seems to pop up every now and then, the truth of it is called into question it (the biography it’s taken from is supposed to be pretty good is available in free PDF here http://www.hunterbio.com/free-book-pdf.html), though never seen anything which proves it one way or another, here’s an account of his breakfast routine written/types by by his own hand.
“I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty-four hours, and mine is breakfast. In Hong Kong, Dallas, or at home—and regardless of whether or not I have been to bed—breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone, and in a spirit of genuine excess. The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crêpes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned-beef hash with diced chilies, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of key lime pie, two margaritas and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert…Right, and there should also be two or three newspapers, all mail and messages, a telephone, a notebook for planning the next twenty-four hours, and at least one source of good music…all of which should be dealt with outside, in the warmth of a hot sun, and preferably stone naked.”
That does actually sound marvelous.
The name Kieran and use of the word marvellous do not go hand-in-hand except for the complete pseud. It’s not a word any Irishman under the age of 70 can carry off without sounding like a complete prat.
watch out everybody, scandalized Irish Cailíin in the comments section.
Scandalized? I don’t think so. Whatever people want to ingest is fine by me, I just find the details tedious. Likewise, I would never bore anyone else with details of my own consumption.
wow, drugs, cool.
10pm – horrific suicide?