Fear and Loathing
I admit I’ve yet to read any Hunter S. Thompson, other than the opening pages of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas on Amazon.com. But I’ve seen the movie, and one day I will read the whole book. The fact is, I really liked the movie, but I have a hard time rewatching it. There’s something very disconcerting about seeing people so incredibly out of control.
I have a big history of self medication in my family, so I’ve seen out-of-control people, up-close and personal, all my life. And I guess you might say my biggest fear (besides giving birth to conjoined twins) is to be out of control. Everything in moderation, balance in all things, I say.
I have nightmares about driving in cars that are going too fast and swerving erratically. They bounce off other cars, off guard rails, roll up and down hills, twisting and turning like I’m behind the wheel of a dimly lit roller coaster train with no tracks. And here are these guys, wasted out of their minds, driving from Los Angeles to Las Vegas. It’s just too much to handle.
But if I can just step outside of myself for a moment, I can appreciate the humor and enjoy the ride.
