“The party that night was awkward. We arrived too late for dinner and there were “No Smoking” signs everywhere. Ralph tried to mingle, but he looked so sick that none of the guests would talk to him. Many were world-class runners, fanatics about personal health, and the sight of Ralph made them cringe. The aloe had half-cured his back, but he still walked like a stroke victim and his physical presence was not cheerful. He limped from room to room with his sketchbook, still deeply confused on valerian root, until a man wearing a silver Nike jumpsuit finally led him outside and said he should check himself into the leper colony on Molokai.” Hvor jeg dog elsker Hunter Thompson.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Jul 2013 21:54:38 +0000
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