Fear is done, now we just need Loathing.

At the halfway mark, I think I know what this book is about.

Maybe.

It details the story of Hunter S. Thompson (reffering to himself as Raoul Duke in order to protect his anonymity and prevent him from being arrested later on) and his "attorney", mysteriously referred to only as "Dr. Gonzo", as they search for the American Dream. With the events in the book taking place in 1971, the Vietnam war is raging at full steam, and the acid craze of the sixties is dying away. It starts with Raoul and Dr. Gonzo zipping through the Nevada desert at 90 miles per hour in an apple red convertible full of mind-altering substances that is just reffered to as "The Shark". As they drive, they are both tripping balls, and hallucinating left and right. They pick up a young hitchiker and proceed to scare him half to death with their incoherent psychobabble, and he runs away at the first chance he gets. They continue into Las Vegas to "cover a motorcycle race", which translates to "not cover a motorcycle race and get high some more". Their shenanigans take them from casino to casino, getting thrown out, or throwing themselves out in a stupor. Overall, the book reads like the ramblings of an insane drug addict, which Mr. Thompson was definitely one of. This insane-ramblings style does not detract at all from the story, though. It only serves to put you in Thompson's shoes as he tears his way through the depraved town of Las Vegas. Up to this point, the book is one of the most entertaining that I've ever read, and I plan to continue it.