|Look into my piercing blue eyes and tell me why the hell you don't like smoking.|
|Come on over later tonight baby. We'll put on my new headphones and I'll give you the eargasm of your life! You won't be able to hear right for a month when I'm done with you.|
It really sunk in that I had gone back in time when I got to the featured article on Arnold Schwarzenegger at a point in his life when his biggest movie to date was Hercules in New York. He talked about his desire for fame from a young age making Lou Ferrigno his bitch and how pumping iron was comparable to cumming with a beautiful woman.
The real masterpiece from this magazine is of course from the mad genius himself: Hunter S. Thompson. Reading him is unlike anything else you could experience. You're continually assaulted with insanity, absurdity, biting humor, rage and genius until you start feeling a little crazy yourself. The really amazing thing is that this drunken, drug-addled lunatic was allowed to be in the same room with so many characters that played an important role in our nations history. How the hell did this guy get to be in Teddy Kennedy's entourage? Why would Jimmy Carter agree to a six-hour interview with someone whose been up all night and then shows up to the Governor's mansion holding a beer can?
We were so lucky to get such a unique look into American politics back then because that sort of thing would never happen today. Only an extreme force of nature could break down doors like that and now that he's gone you can rest assured that the powers-that-be added a heavy duty deadbolt to make sure his kind would never break in again. In the end the extra locks were unnecessary because there could never be another. He was never even considered for mass production.