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Originally Posted by Rain Man
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For a guy whose waking meal aka "breakfast" (whether it be 6 am, 6pm, or any point in between) usually included (but never limited to only) :
4 fried eggs
A couple sirloin steaks
A 3-way tab of LSD
Bottomless screwdriver
Bottomless bloody Mary
A half pound of potatoes
4 or 5 grapefruits, which he would half with a giant Rambo-style hunting knife
Topped off with a salt shaker filled with cocaine, with he would take giant bumps of via the tip of the Rambo knife...
All while reading the Post and watching TV...
Dude had a perspective...but a rational one on football was not amongst his perspective.
I just re-read Fear & Loathing in America again...that one and Generation of Swine are two latter day "flawed gems"...some great rants and awesome indictments if everything from Washington and Hollywood to the local weatherman and sports with the occasional pepperings of liberal paranoia.
When he got his Rolling Stone press tickets to the Dolphins' 'perfect season' SB, he got RS to pay for a Betamax to record the game, then he sold the tickets for drugs, went back to the hotel and either wrote the story after the game while watching a replay getting high in the hotel room...or, as he proclaimed a few times, he wrote the story without watching the game at all...which, just because he doesn't remember watching it, may not mean he didn't (look at his 'breakfast', ffs)
I should have typed into a word processor in my 20s.
His 'Hey Rube' columns were must read, and the book that collects them is a fun trek through sports and pop culture history from a flawed genius.
Edit ebay has "Hey Rube" large paperback for $3.98 shipped.