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Yet another report from the now-legendary Hunter S. Thompson book signing rolls in, cementing its place in literary promotional history alongside F. Scott Fitzgerald's notorious public masturbation during a reading from Tender is the Night at Samuel French. We'd make that lazy Rashomon reference that journalists are so enamored of to describe our multiple reader reports, but a) we've never actually seen Rashomon, and b) everyone pretty much agrees that Thompson was obliterated. Goddamn, he's still our hero. Enjoy Book the Third of Dr. Gonzo's Wild Signing:

I was there too on Monday night. I was #141 and approx. ten spots from from the front of the line when the lights went out for Hunter. Prior to being let into the store my friend and I saw HST all hunched up on the staircase behind the store.

He didn't look too well, but he was still signing at that point. Anyway, I got inside and the line was moving quickly until we were told HST needed another break. Cool enough, we waited for a good while but nothing happened.

Then the guy at the front of the line stepped up to look at what was going on, and he was like "OMG he just puked on himself, and it looks like his people are putting him in the car and taking off". So, game over and no big deal for me. I was there to see the dude, not for the signature. In fact the only people who were somewhat pissed off at the breakdown were those semi-pro signature whores, who I am sure would be equally excited at an Ann Coulter signing.

Btw, one of the store clerks mentioned something about HST recovering from a broken leg and having pains, which is why he was smoking up all the time. I guess the next proposal for legalizing Medicinal Marijuana should at least have some kind of note about not mixing it with excessive amounts of Chivas.