For No Good Reason Page #2
who just shaved his head,
Hunter S. Thompson.
Hunter, he always
called you in the middle of the night.
It was always 3:
00, 4:00 in the morning.You knew it was Hunter.
He said, "God damn it."
He always said, "God damn it."
"Uh, gotta go to
the Kentucky Derby."
"Well, it was, like,
Wednesday or Thursday.
Kentucky Derby was Saturday.
I was like,
"Well, okay, you wanna go
to the Kentucky Derby,
we'll go."
He says, "Well, a photographer?"
I said, "We'll find somebody."
So, it was short notice, so I
thought of this guy Ralph Steadman,
who was a British cartoonist
whose work I'd seen many times,
- very evil-minded, twisted kind of guy.
- Mmm-hmm.
And so we dragged him
to Kentucky
and they ended up
going through
this haze of alcohol
and drugs, madness,
and so they became part
of the story themselves.
The next day
was heavy.
With 30 hours to post time,
I had no press credentials,
and according to
the sports editor
of the Louisville
Courier-Journal,
no hope at all
of getting any.
Worse, I needed two sets.
One for myself
and another
for Ralph Steadman,
the English illustrator who was
coming all the way from London
to do some derby drawings.
AH I knew about him was that this was
his first visit to the United States,
and the more I pondered that
fact, the more it gave me fear.
Would he bear up under
of being lifted
out of London
and plunged into a drunken mob
scene at the Kentucky Derby?
We had to find
each other, as it were.
Oh, God. Where is he?
Eventually, I heard this
voice behind me saying,
"Excuse me.
"Uh, are you...
Are you Ralph Steadman?"
He said, uh,
"Would you like a drink?"
Anyway, we went on
this binge for a week.
I was making notes
and drawing.
Hunter said,
"It's a filthy habit
"you've got there,
scribbling dark pictures.
that's an insult."
He said,
"I've got a horrible feeling
"we're gonna have
to get out of here."
From that point on,
the weekend
became a vicious
drunken nightmare.
We both went
completely to pieces,
and since poor Steadman had no choice
but to take what came his way,
he was subjected to
shock after shock.
We sort of went
along with whatever happened,
and we'd made
that agreement
with ourselves, you know,
between each other.
"That's what we do. We just
go and see what happens."
"I'll do the drawings,
you write," you know?
So that became
the beginning of Gonzo.
Now, looking down
from the press box,
I pointed to the huge grassy
meadow enclosed by the track.
"That whole thing," I said,
"will be jammed with people,
"50,000 or so, most of
them staggering drunk.
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