We are living in dangerously weird times now. Smart people just shrug and admit they're dazed and confused. The only ones left with any confidence at all are the New Dumb.

No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride.

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It was a brutal life, and I loved it.

I am a writer, a professional journalist with serious credentials in Crime, Craziness, and Politics. I have mingled with dangerous criminals and attended many trials . . . from Hell's Angels, Black Panthers and Chicano street fighters to Roxanne Pulitzer and even Richard Nixon,

Fiction is based on reality unless you're a fairy-tale artist, you have to get your knowledge of life from somewhere. You have to know the material you're writing about before you alter it.

One of these days I’ll send Random House a 100 lb. bag of my letters … or maybe a half-mad wolverine in a cardboard cage.

Gonzo Journalism exists on many levels: It is not so much “written” as performed—and because of this, the end result must be experienced. Instead of merely “read.”

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One of the few ways I can almost be certain I'll understand something is by sitting down and writing about it. Because by forcing yourself to write about it and putting it down in words, you can't avoid having your say on the subject. You might be wrong, but you have to think

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I never claimed to be anything more than a nice guy and an athlete.

I have been addicted to the 49ers for 25 years, through thick & thin. I sat through hailstorms on the wet planks of Kezar Stadium when John Brodie was getting sacked & stomped like a bird every Sunday. I drank beer with Dave Wilcox at the Stadium Bar & Grill on Stanyan Street,

Civilization ends at the waterline. Beyond that, we all enter the food chain, and not always right at the top.

I am not a yachting person, by nature, but I have just enough experience on the sea under sail to feel a certain nostalgia for it when I see a big white racing yacht heeled over at cruising speed on the ocean, and I can still tie a mean bowline knot on just about anything in less

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Our vibrations were getting nasty—but why? I was puzzled, frustrated. Was there no communication in this car? Had we deteriorated to the level of dumb beasts?

Here, by god, was a real soap opera: tragedy, treachery, weird humor and the constant suspense of never knowing who was lying and who was telling the truth…

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It’s a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die.

What do you say, for instance, about a generation that has been taught that rain is poison and sex is death? If making love might be fatal and if a cool spring rain on any summer afternoon can turn a crystal blue lake into a puddle of black poison scum right in front of your