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Originally posted by Omar Suarez:

That, along with "Jumpin' Jack Flash", is my favorite song in the movie.
You mentioned you heard Hunter's commentary:
What's with all the high pitch squealing throughout? What was he taking?
It was a hilarious commentary, but I'm afraid it didn't offer the insight I had expected. He was certainly one of a kind.

On a side note:
As much as I loved the novel, I really want to recommend "The Rum Diary" to everyone here. It's Hunter's first, and I dare say it is the most entertaining book I have ever read.
He was probably smoking weed. He rarely did other drugs, or in current times I should say, in front of people. He does that just because thats how he is. He gets waves of "bad craziness" and starts screaming. It helps relax him. I loved his part talking about the Book of Revelations and God. it was fascinating to hear him speak so candidly.

By the way, The Rum Diary is not his first book. The still unpublished, Prince Jellyfish, was his first. Written while he was living around America after he just got out of the army. No clear plot line has been given but it involes him, I'm sure. Hunter always said he could never write fiction. The Rum Diary is fiction, but based on his experiences with friends in Puerto Rico. Hopefull this, and many of his other unpublished works will now be released. His legal rep said that one of his wishes was for his entire catalog to be sold to a worthy university. And his memoirs and unpublished works were to be released too. I CAN'T WAIT!! There might even be a movie based on The Rum Diary, but much of it is, and has been for a while, in Limbo,(as was Fear and Loathing when it was concieved) I'm glad you enjoyed it.

The Doc

Interesting Hunter Fact: To practice writing, when he was young, Hunter used to copy famous works. He even sat down one time and wrote out the entire "The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald. One of his favorite writers.(He named his son Juan Fitzgerald Thompson) He did it to get a feel of writing a masterpiece. Food for thought.


And you liar, teller of tall tales: you trample all the Lord's commandments underfoot, you murder, steal, commit adultery, and afterward break into tears, beat your breast, take down your guitar and turn sin into a song. Shrewd devil, you know very well that God pardons singers no matter what they do, because he can simply die for a song.