#wwhstd

[trevorwilliams69]

"Down the Rabbit Hole" I used to do drugs. I still do, but I used to, too. (Mitch Hegberg) By the time this photo was taken, I had a cocktail of prescription pain-killers and sedatives running through my system. The whole point was to stay awake as long as possible and get creative with the camera. I was alone that day, but I remember it well. I snapped this shot just when the drugs began to take hold. #wecantstopherethisisbatcountry #batcountry #fearandloathinginlasvegas #fearandloathing #huntersthompson #whatwouldhuntersthompsondo #wwhstd #self #selfie #mirrorselfie #mirrors #downtherabbithole #aliceinwonderland #trippy #trippypics #mypics #mypics📷 #myphotos #myphotography #photooftheday #photographylovers #photographer #photographersofinstagram #photo #photographylife #photography #photoshoot #photigrapher #photorapher #phortwenty https://www.instagram.com/p/CC8iFnPBsL3/?igshid=m5xxhfx9m97i

[jayecrues]

Oh wow I do love the man. #HB #HST #WWHSTD (at Lake Monticello, Virginia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCze-Y8pM8j/?igshid=22e0wybf3yc1

[m8kerz]

WWHSTD? #m8ke #m8kerz #studiozombie #huntersthompson #gonzo #livetheride #makesomething #music #art #mma #skate #bmx #fitness #motivation #inspiration #dedication #motivateyourself #meditation #staymotivated #mindpower #mind #themind #isabeautifulthing (at Childhood home of Hunter S. Thompson)

[aminorwreck]

WWHSTD?

It was late November and the type of day that seems to suck the soul right out of your body. By the time I left work it was almost four in the morning and I was so exhausted, I could barely walk a straight line. This particular night was very windy and I regretted not owning a giant, ghetto-fabulous winter coat. On the walk home I was so focused on trying to stay warm that I failed to notice a patch of ice and fell on my ass.

When I arrived home I turned on the only working light in the living room, this was a dim, orange light that was housed in a fixture my roommate inherited from his dead father. In the dark, the orange light looks pretty neat but it’s not very effective at illuminating a room.    

I thought about taking a shower but my feet hurt so I decided that the sooner I sat down the better off I’d be. I sat in the same chair I’m sitting in now, I pulled out the same waterbong I’m using now and I selected the same Electrelane album I’m listening to right now. I packed the bowl to the brim. I put on my headphones, lit the bong and relaxed for the first time in twelve hours.

When I opened my eyes, I noticed a cellophane wrapper sitting by the computer monitor. Living with a smoker, I’m pretty accustom to seeing cellophane wrappers all over the place but this particular cellophane wrapper was different.

For starters: it was half-full of a white, powdery substance. I thought about what the powder could be and after pondering for some time, I felt it fair to assume that the powder wasn’t sugar or flour or salt or some other common household white, powdery substance. It was then that I noted the powder in this wrapper, whatever it was, certainly didn’t belong to me and it would probably be pretty rude and stupid of me to snort all of it without at least asking permission first.  

So I left the wrapper alone, started reading and continued to get stoned. But my mind kept wandering back to that cellophane wrapper. I noticed that there were no cigarettes or cigarette packs anywhere near this wrapper. It was just sitting there almost as if someone had left it for me. I was reading Gonzo at the time and I wondered what would The Good Doctor do in this situation.

I decided that it just wasn’t right of me to be reading a biography on Hunter S. Thompson while this white powder was sitting in front of me. Taunting me. I tried to move the wrapper out of my field of vision but when I picked it up my hands started shaking and I think I heard a ghost whisper to me, “Just stop reading the fucking book and suck that powder up like a god damn Eureka vacuum.”

That was scary.

When I woke-up, my roommate asked where his cellophane wrapper was. I didn’t answer his question, I just asked him what it was.

He said, “That was skin. From from my feet.”

[awkwardlyariel-blog]

Sometimes I like to ask myself, "What would Hunter S.Thompson do?" And maybe that's why I live such a scandalous life.