Zombie Vegas 2: Fear and Loafing in Las Vegas

In his, arguably best, novel Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas was brought to the BIG screen directed by Terry Gilliam and starring Benicio.
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• Hunter S. Thompson's Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas #2
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The former lead singer of Jefferson Airplane had come to CineVegas at their expense and my request as an honored guest to see her old friend Hunter and promote her art. Ironically, Grace became involved since her music was inextricably a part of the soundtrack of Breakfast with Hunter. No way to use the scene without the music and no way to use the music without clearing, licensing, and paying for it. Hunter knew Grace Slick from the sixties in San Francisco, but they had long been out of contact.

So I put them back in touch through her agent, got Hunter to sign a book for her, and invited her to the premiere in Vegas as an honored guest with a plane ticket and a room at the Palms. And she hung up. And thus ensued a long series of unreturned phone calls to the publisher to beg for the right to pay for the use of the music. Recurring Cautionary Note to fledgling filmmakers: And now I was stuck with Grace Slick and her manager in Vegas, and they were turning out to be quite needy as we worked on the arrangements for her art gallery opening at the Aladdin.

Anita called and said Hunter was agitated and starting to freak out.

I volunteered to come up with Drew. She agreed it was a good idea. Drew always seemed to have a calming effect on Hunter, like putting a goat in a stall with a nervous thoroughbred. Sure enough, the Beast began to bellow less as Drew rolled into the room. I said that Jennifer would take care of it, and he seemed Okay for the moment. We all smoked some excellent hash and actually had a good time for a bit. Literally on a high note, I took off with Drew, promising to be back shortly with a typewriter.

Jennifer was working feverishly trying to find a typewriter.

Most people scoffed when asked. There was a rumor at the bell desk that there might be one stashed behind a secret door but no one had the key. Bill smoked a big cigar with one of his heroes, and I got a sense of peace for a moment. Once again, on the way down in the elevator with Bill, I thanked him for everything. Mostly on the road you meet folks who are trying to get in your way. The next morning, Friday, June 20, , having slept for more than a couple of hours for the first time in weeks, I was ready for some heavy advance work, starting with Rain, the disco club on the first floor of the Palms, and then the Ghost Bar on the top of the hotel.

Both were wildly popular. A line for the Ghost Bar elevator stretched endlessly around the lobby of the Palms until four am every morning. Bill had showed me where to get the service elevator in the basement that went straight into the coat room of the Ghostbar for a clandestine entrance. Of course, you still had to talk your way through the security guy at the top, so that Friday I was making friends. Earlier in the week, I had met Gina B. Gina graciously showed us the Sky Box above the dance floor that she had reserved for Hunter and his friends.

I knew Hunter could never walk to the Sky Box and most likely be too embarrassed to use the scooter the concierge had just ordered for him. He would also hate the noise, but the option had to be there if he wanted to party. More likely, he would use the area set aside for him at the Ghost Bar, compliments of George Maloof.

The scooter was delivered by 11am. A sleek, brand new black model that we planned to dress up with CineVegas stickers and raccoon tails. He could go anywhere with this baby except up stairs. We nailed down the load in from a delivery ramp, arranged for a pedi cab to take Hunter from the loading dock to the gallery, set up a private space for Hunter at the gallery and ordered extra security.

I checked my voice mail and heard a long, dreadful message from Anita: Hunter had freaked out during the night and was trying to bolt from Las Vegas. He had called his lawyer George Tobia pleading with him to get him a plane or at least a bigger suite somewhere else. Hunter would be even more inaccessible and removed from the Palms and CineVegas. Pulling up at the Palms, we ran into Anita, Eve the vulture like second assistant introduced in Part One of the Return to Las Vegas, and some writer from Playboy who Hunter had conned into thinking that he could write a piece about his return to Vegas.

I pleaded with Anita who I could see was on the verge of hysterics herself imagine being trapped all night in a hotel room with that insanity.

The events tonight are perfectly planned. All he has to do is show up. Anita left me standing in the parking lot, as my cell phone rang once more.

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The CineVegas publicist was calling. I knew this was going to be one disappointed journalist, but agreed to meet him in the Palms coffee shop anyway. The journalist was unimpressed when I tried to divert his fixation on actually meeting Hunter by telling him the story of our journey to Vegas and how I had mistakenly thought the RV had blown up on the road. I told them about the last twenty-four hours, and asked for their help.

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As members of the tribe, they knew the trouble I faced. There was one glimmer of hope. I knew that Hunter would have to behave for Johnny. But, we never saw him, even though the rumor of his arrival would not die. Friday night started badly and then got worse.

Not hearing from Anita and getting no response to repeated calls, I told Grace Slick and her manager to not wait for Hunter and to go ahead to her Aladdin art gallery opening without him. After a few hours, I finally get a call from Anita saying that they are still in the suite at the Palms and that Hunter wants to see friends and party. So Drew and I go check out the Skybar.

Mario the manager of the Skybar had a special area reserved for Hunter and friends with drinks compliments of George Maloof. I followed Hunter into the bedroom and tried to talk about the LA Times writer, but then he started screaming as well. Anita asked Drew and I to leave, which we were happy to do. We hung out for a while and then I figured I better go check on the Beast again.

Leaving Drew behind to stake out a least a few square feet for Hunter if he decided to come out of hiding, I went back to the suite. Eve came to the door, and opened it only a few inches, then hesitantly let me in. There is also a drunken, investment banker from New York slurring her words.

Monday, January 27, 2014

Benicio wants to go to the Ghost Bar, but Hunter still refuses to leave the suite. Yet, after showing him the special service elevator and leading him into the bar, Benicio turned just as weird and unfriendly as Hunter when I tried to introduce him to my brother sitting in his wheelchair amidst the swirling crowd. Then to add to the insults, Eve — the young, second assistant who had ridden all the way to Vegas with me — emerged from the crowd.

My American Dream of being the most interesting man in Vegas this weekend was clearly not to be. The CineVegas publicist was also there in the Ghost Bar, and she kept insisting how important it was to get the LA Times journalist and his photographer some time with Hunter. Click here to cancel reply. Get the best cultural and educational resources on the web curated for you in a daily email. Unsubscribe at any time. Open Culture editor Dan Colman scours the web for the best educational media.

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