Thompson has a irreversible way of dividing ones mind on the age old narcotics conundrum. On the one hand, opening your tiny mind with the hope of seeing a glimpse into what religious fanatics incessantly refer to as 'THE SOUL'. Delving deep into a state of euphoric lunacy and the promise of perpetual self enlightenment, all from snorting or swallowing some pill or powder is quite possibly every boy or girls dream. This you will find in 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas', of that there is no doubt.

However, Thompson also exposes us to the dark side of the american dream. The hate, the horror, the death of the hippy philosophy and of course, the deterioration of a journalists mind as he overindulges on psychedelic substances.

But Thompson is far from depressing. His writing is beautifully articulate, wonderfully humorous but above all, he makes you both envious of his hedonistic view of the world, and also fearful of it.