"my concept of death for a long time was to come down that mountain road at 120 and just keep going straight right there, burst out through the barrier and hang out above all that . . . and there i'd be, sitting in the front seat, stark naked, with a case of whiskey next to me and a case of dynamite in the trunk . . . honking the horn, and the lights on, and just sit there in space for an instant, a human bomb, and fall down into that mess of steel mills. it'd be a tremendous goddamn explosion. no pain. no one would get hurt. i'm pretty sure, unless they've changed the highway, that launching place is still there. as soon as i get home, i ought to take the drive just to check it out."
-hunter s. thompson
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