Dogboner . . .
. . . a copy of Rolling Stone (July 21/August 4 1983 issue) with Carrie Fisher in bikini on the cover
. . . and inside – Hunter S. Thompson . . . uh, Dr. Hunter S. Thompson that is . . . “I will be reading the drug-related stuff later this evening – the Dr. never fails to amuse . . .” the text was in a draft I did yesterday.
Yeh, well the H. S. Thompson article in Rolling Stone was NOT titled like what was on the cover . . .
2010/09/27 – update: . . . turns out that the article was about the Pulitzer v. Pulitzer divorce case, which was interesting in its own way . . . I don’t really remember the thing, it was in FLA and I was going through my OWN D-I-V-O-R-C-E at the time, so who gave a rats ass about some rich-ass coke-heads down near Cuba!! And after the washing machine fiasco (which you will read about below), the story was continued on page 122 . . .
AND THEN . . . I washed the fucking mag!! . . . did you ever open the lid of your washing machine and discover stuff left by aliens? WTF!! . . . first thought when I saw the wreckage . . . then I gathered myself and said, “WTF!!”
And then I said. “Oh SHIT!! It’s the Rolling Stone!!” . . . what troubled me the most was that the COVER (and page 122) was completely destroyed, and that meant that Princess Leia was GONE . . . CRAP!! She was in that bikini . . . now she was scattered around the inside of the tub and throughout the towels and fabric. I felt like old Jabba had just gobbled her up and the only thing left was the bottom of her bikini hanging out of the corner of his mouth!
Well, like I started to say, the title of Thompson’s Rolling Stone article was “A Dog Took My Place” . . .
. . . not the blurb on the cover (upper right corner) . . . that’s almost as bad as washing the “vintage” rag with Princess Leia on the cover . . . uh . . . Yeh, like finding out that a dog was capable of filling-in for you or is just as important as you, either way, it’s . . . it’s just . . . depressing, and then you get pissed-off . . . but like the guy said, ” . . . better to be pissed-off than pissed on . . .”
A bottle of Gewurztraminer awaits (Fetzer). . . I can’t pronounce the word, so I have dubbed it “gutslammer” . . . I was introduced to this wine one summer by a young woman . . . and the nose and taste brought back memories of a Redlands evening . . . Julie was like a punch in the stomach . . .
Oh . . . PRINCESS LEIA . . .