Have breakfast with Hunter Thompson

If you are a fan of the good Doctor Hunter S. Thompson who in my opinion is the literary equivalent of Keith Richards, then you might want to order your very own copy of the excellent DVD Breakfast with Hunter. It’s all true ladies and gentlemen. Just remember, “when the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.” Words to live by.


  1. I will miss him … BIG HUG for Juan, Jen, Willam and Anita… who never be able to fill the hole left in there lives by the man in spite of the myth and legend attached to his life..

  2. Hunter was a big influence on my 2nd puberty, uh 18 to 30. He understood the real gutteral under coat of culture. Some of us made it out of raising hell and some crashed. But Hunter Thompson lived the life and never stopped.

  3. Farewell To The Last Great Shark Hunter

    Too bad Mr. Thompson is no longer here to kick are collective asses out of the room leaving himself with both the girls and the chemicals.
    I never knew the good doctor, excepting glimpses from the tattered bits and pieces of manuscript I picked up somewhere between Haight Street and Woody Creek. I have visions of his early days sitting on his beach front villa in mexico drinking taquilla and giving some unknown politician three miles of shit and self-doubt. He was the first journalist to get in the fucking ring and beat the shit out of politicians personally. He was Cezzane to the Cubists. Yeah, sure, he could drink you and your extended family under the table, but lets not forget that he could puncture and leave gasping the facade of any illegitimate power structure standing before him. Hunter, you left us too soon. EBR

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