You know I should consider that all these weird cigarette-burn gaps in my recall might be neurological scars too.

Like, I just remembered Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, “Raoul Duke”, the fact that actor Johnny Depp stayed in his basement learning to play him, “Uncle Duke” in Doonesbury, “when the going gets weird, the weird turn pro” and wandered off into a meditation on journalism as an organizing form in Doonesbury but had to look up the name “Hunter S. Thompson”