For Hunter
"...from time to time, he'd snatch his fingers in a flourish, hastily away from the seemingly white hot type writer, casting a quizzically cynical sideways gaze, at what he'd just written; as if waiting for each razor sharp sentence to cut him far deeper than their crazed origins behind his wary eyes..."
For Hunter S Thompson
By D.N. Read
16/11/17
Copyright © David Nickle Read | Year Posted 2017
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