By Oscar Zeta Acosta;
Ahead of his mysterious disappearance and possible demise in 1971, Oscar Zeta Acosta was once recognized as a Robin Hood Chicano layer and infamous because the real-life version for Hunter S. Thompson's "Dr. Gonzo," a fats, pugnacious lawyer with a gargantuan urge for food for foodstuff, medications, and existence at the edge.Written with uninhibited candor and manic strength, this e-book is Acosta's personal account of coming of age as a Chicano within the psychedelic sixties, of taking up very unlikely instances whereas breaking all tile principles of court behavior, and of scrambling headlong looking for a private and cultural identification. it's a landmark of latest Hispanic-American literature, straight away ribald, surreal, and unmistakably actual.
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Why not? " I ask. " "Sure I did. . Like the man said, I'm into dope now. " I asked. " Bertha cuts in, "Well, come on fellas. Are we ready? " Casey grabs her by the waist and swings her around. "We is ready, fat Bertha. " I say to Casey. "That's right, partner. I'm Owl. " I stick my index finger into his breast pocket and say, "Well, Mr. Owl, in case they didn't tell you yet, I'm the Brown Buffalo. "I know, I know you, hombre. And you can take anything, right? Mr. " Bertha removes his hand from around her waist.
Her hair was too thin and black and short, like a pageboy, and she had a little pug nose. But that Rumanian lass from South Carolina was the cutest chick I'd ever loved and my only serious affair of the sixties. The week before I got my results from the bar examiners she 47 woke up one morning and told me she didn't love me anymore. " I just smiled. " "I know, dear. " After our boiled eggs on the hardwood floor of the yellow and orange lacquered kitchen, I kissed her goodbye and she left for The City of Paris where she worked as an assistant cashier.
I tossed down another fast glass of beer. " Russel threw in for good measure, "Can't take the pressure, eh? " Jose, my only countryman I'd known in San Francisco came to my defense. "Oh, don't be such a pig, Tansey. " Jose didn't approve of Russel's new job. He'd just recently been hired by the district attorney's office in Richmond, across the Bay. I lifted the pitcher to my mouth and swallowed the remaining two glasses without stopping. No single living human on this earth can beat me in a chug-a-lug.