Thursday, January 7, 2010

Archives - The Lost Years

I used to disappear for a week or 10 days at a clip into the mountains of northern New Mexico with a couple of trout rods, dried beans, an onion, tortillas, chiles — and whiskey.

Lots of whiskey.

Ca. 1994.

The idea was to be Gonzo. The reality was more Putzo.


Tucker said...


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Like the I am iron man shot. Gnarly.