Fear and Loathing in Dreamland


Last night, I dreamt of hanging out with Hunter S. Thompson. Mostly consisted of drinking tequila while listening to him talk, but, after awhile, we started to have a conversation, and I ended up typing up some stuff for him. He rewarded me with mescaline. Seriously odd dream. Woke up feeling half-stoned. “Puts a whole new perspective on the day.”

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