Now that’s what I call a memorable book signing

So Hunter S. Thompson signed books at Book Soup on Monday night. Granted, he’s an unpredictable fellow, but as these three accounts of the event attest, even he went a little overboard:

I was #241 in a line of 300. They were supposed to cap it off at 200, but I guess the chi-ching of the register changed all that. At 7:30 pm, a black sedan pulled up along the outside line of patient fans and HST hangs out the window yelling profanities. No one caught on to it that it was him, but I did! I also knew that they would be pulling into the back of the store to let him in, so I jumped off line and headed to the back. He exited the truck with an entourage of very contrived press handlers. You know its only when they’re with the good doctor that they drink beer on the job and flick cigarettes into the parking lot. He seemed to be semi-coherent at this point. Benicio Del Toro was with him. Benicio was in a suit with an orange baseball hat. He was smoking and talking on his cell. They go inside. 75 people into the line, HST is FUKKED UP! They bring him back outside to throw up as Benicio the Bitch held his hair back. What a scene maaaaaan.

Yeah, I’ll say–and most of us, when we puke after a long night out on the bottle and the bong, don’t have the privilege of being held back by Benicio. The life of a gonzo writer…

(links stolen from CAAF)