Thursday, 27 August 2015


Again in L.A., again at the Continental Hotel.. full of pills and club sandwiches and Old Crow and now a fifth of Lois Martini Barbera, looking down from the eleventh floor balcony at a police ambulance screaming down toward the Whiskey-a-Go-Go on the Strip, where I used to sit in the afternoon and talk with off-duty hookers.. and while I was standing there, watching four flower children in bell-bottom pants, two couples, hitch-hiking toward Holly-wood proper, a mile
or so up the road... they noticed me looking down and waved. I waved, and moments later, after pointing me out to each other, they hoisted the "V" signal - and I returned that. And one of them yelled, "What are you doing up there?' And I said, "I'm writing about all you freaks down there on the street."

Hunter S. Thompson, Screwjack


Fringe hem shirt from Dresslink:
Black Sweater with zips on sides from Woolworths: @woolworths_sa
Maroon boots from Forever new: @foreverenew_sa

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