I don’t remember laughing harder at any book than “Fear and Loathing”. I’ll never forget the beginning, with Thompson and his giant Samoan lawyer both higher than kites, the trunk filled with drugs, booze, sheets of blotter acid, somewhere on the highway near Barstow. Thompson decides to let the lawyer take over the wheel because the car is being attacked by giant bats. The lawyer doesn’t see any bats, but Thompson merely notes that “he’d be seeing them soon enough.” Didn’t we all…