Tuesday, April 21, 2015

The Old Days

"It seemed normal enough, at the time, just another weird rainy night out there on the high desert. . . What the hell? We were younger then. It was a Different Time. People were Friendly. We trusted each other. Hell, you could afford to get mixed up with wild strangers in those days -- without fearing for your life, or your eyes, or your organs, or all of your money, or even getting locked up in prison forever. There was a sense of possibility. People were not so afraid, as they are now. You could run around naked without getting shot. You could check into a roadside motel on the outskirts of Ely or Winnemucca or Elko where you were lost in a midnight rainstorm -- and nobody called the police on you, just to check out your credit and your employment history and your medical records and how many parking tickets you owed in California.

There were Laws, but they were not feared. There were Rules, but they were not worshipped. . . like Laws and Rules and Cops and Informants are feared and worshipped today."

- Hunter S. Thompson
"Fear and Loathing in Elko"

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