I want to write a review of Hunter S. Thompson’s semi-autobiographical new book, Kingdom of Fear, but I feel I’m not worthy. So I’ll just say that Thompson still writes with his balls and leave it at that.
A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
I want to write a review of Hunter S. Thompson’s semi-autobiographical new book, Kingdom of Fear, but I feel I’m not worthy. So I’ll just say that Thompson still writes with his balls and leave it at that.