On the way down the hill we walked three abreast in the cobblestone street, drunk and laughing and talking like men who — Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary

On the way down the hill we walked three abreast in the cobblestone street, drunk and laughing and talking like men who — Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary

On the way down the hill we walked three abreast in the cobblestone street, drunk and laughing and talking like men who — Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary

On the way down the hill we walked three abreast in the cobblestone street, drunk and laughing and talking like men who — Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary

On the way down the hill we walked three abreast in the cobblestone street, drunk and laughing and talking like men who — Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary

On the way down the hill we walked three abreast in the cobblestone street, drunk and laughing and talking like men who knew they would separate at dawn and travel to the far corners of the earth.

— Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary

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