Fear & Loathing chapter 8

Today’s installment is a ditty, a short dash of a chapter. Yet, it is at the core of what makes Hunter S. such a valuable cultural commentator. Still soaked in snark, it opens up a window on an entire period and ethos, as well as name-dropping like a mother…

I open with a snippet from the late, Victor Smith – a truly fine, fine poet who achieves that noble-street voice that so many aspire to. Yet, Vic imbues it with pith and nuance and bathos. Here’s to ya, Vic!

… and another pic from last summer’s KCMo Library exhibit of the art and illustration of Ralph Steadman