  Spent a good portion of the day plowing through Hunter S. Thompson's "Hell's Angels. " Some wild shit. Just finished reading about some Angels hanging out Ken Kesey's crib. Everybody eating acid and shit.
Hunter and Ginsburg getting pulled over as they left Kesey's place. But that's just a small piece of the book. Some crazy fucking tales at the Bass Lake run and whatnot. Anyhow, the Angels have intrigued me since watching "Gimme Shelter" many years ago. I've seen the flick at least 15 times since then. I'd started reading a few months back. I stopped reading it about half way through for some bizarre reason.
Since I was reading Hunter's biography I figured I'd go back and finish "Hells Angels. " And ya know, I still haven't fucking read "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. " I've tried to watch the flick and can never get through it. I remember digging "Rum Diary" a few years back on a solo trip to Europe. Enough about Hunter... I think I got pink eye. It feels like I have a grain of sand under my upper eyelid since Friday.
It hurts to blink and my eye keeps tearing up. From what I gather, these things usually clear up in a few days, or at least I hope so. It ain't no big thing. Things could be worse, like constipation, which really fucks me up. But I haven't had to deal with that thanks to some stuff my cousin turned me on to... It really rocks the bowels.. Good clean dumps... 
