Shortly before I moved to Weaverville a couple of weeks ago, I'd started to read Hunter S. Thompson's novel Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. I'd started to resume reading it a couple of days ago when I noticed on hulu.com that the movie of the same name, based on the book, was playing for free, so I watched it. The movie was, like the book, repulsive and irresistable at the same time.
I'm intrigued by the statement the book and movie make about the end of the 1960s counterculture movement. I'm looking forward to finishing the book and considering Hunter S. Thompson's perspective more carefully.
All of this is something that I have to look at as an outsider. I didn't experiment with hallucinogens, and I think if I had I probably wouldn't be here now. Knowing my psychological makeup, I don't think I'd have had a good experience. I remember, however, many years ago in college walking in to a party my friends were having. They were all gathered around a television, glued to what was on the screen: white noise. I have to admit that at the time, in my straight state, I felt quite uncool, unwelcome and a little envious.