Story Corner

I'm going to step out of straight dry-blogging mode for a moment to share something I read recently. This may only be of interest to Danger and S.C., so apologies to our enormous readership. (Also, I am willing to accept the criticism that this is the kind of story that, contrary to this blog's purposes, makes drinking sound awesome and crazy.)

This is from Bill Buford's Heat, about working in Mario Batali's kitchen:

“…and [Batali’s] I-get-along-with-everyone attitude was illustrated by a story he told of being in San Francisco and having to charm a policeman who had wanted to arrest Batali’s drinking buddy, the fortuitously met writer Hunter S. Thompson, who had pulled a gun on a cable car operator who refused to take Thompson to his front door: the evening ended with Batali’s waking up in the Fairmont Hotel (he hadn’t been a guest) wearing wet swimming trunks (the hotel doesn’t have a pool).”

I'll be the first to admit that the second part of this story is an excellent getting-drunk/passing-out/waking-up-in-an-improbable-situation story, but I'm almost worried it distracts from the first part, which, if you've forgotten is that a drunk Hunter S. Thompson demanded that a cable car operator deliver him to his front door, and when the cable car operator refused, Hunter S. Thompson pulled a gun on him.