1995年12月,我去科罗拉多的白杨镇度假,当时,这个该死的小镇虱子似的挤满了“美丽的人”。看到这一切,我的第一本能就是呆在房间喝酒,哪都不去,我在白杨镇的时光就是这样度过的:尽可能地远离那些发狂的人群。直到有一天,实在难熬下去的我,抛开了自我隔离,跑去爱伦·芬格斯坦,那里都是熟人,不好玩,但有个消息说,亨特·汤普森就住在附近,问我有无兴趣当晚到伍迪克里克酒馆和他一会,我当然同意. December 1995, I went to the town of Poplar in Colorado on vacation, when the damn town lice packed like a “beautiful person.” See all this, my first instinct is to stay in the room to drink, none of which go, I was in the town of Poplar spent the time: as far as possible from those crazy people. Until one day, I was struggling to put aside my ego and run to Ellen Finchstain, an acquaintance, not fun, but there was news that Hunter Thompson was living nearby and asked me Of interest to Wooddy Creek and his pub for a while, of course I agree.