There’s Nothing in this World Worse than a Wet Hippie. An Experiment in Gonzo Journalism
By BF Ulrich
()
About this ebook
A Gonzo-style adventure written from the perspective of an outsider living in a hippie environment at the peak of the hippie movement. It is a hilarious and sometimes horrifying account of days gone by. With a tip of the hat to other Gonzo writers. This story is very much an homage to the late great Hunter Thompson, but definitely not consistent with his specific writings. Sort of a prelude to Hell's Angels with a mix of Fear and Loathing in Elko. This story will not disappoint a Hunter Thompson fan.
BF Ulrich
BFUlrich is a professional engineer who lives in Nevada.
Read more from Bf Ulrich
There's Nothing in this World Worse than a Wet Hippie. An Experiment in Gonzo Journalism. Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHighest Moral Standards Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related to There’s Nothing in this World Worse than a Wet Hippie. An Experiment in Gonzo Journalism
Related ebooks
There's Nothing in this World Worse than a Wet Hippie. An Experiment in Gonzo Journalism. Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWhackadoodle Times Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPigpen's Black Forest Blues Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsVideos: Videos, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsReverb, TX Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsShocker 2: Love Gun: Shocker, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsForever Free Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Whackadoodle Times Galore: Whackadoodle Times Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLake Shore Drive: Stories of the Road and Tales of the Tropicana Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Taste of Noir — Volume 1: A Collection of Four Short Stories, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDeceptive Appearances Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDo You Want This or Not? Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The Young Team: Granta Best of Young British Novelists 2023 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Second Death Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWinner of the National Book Award: A Novel of Fame, Honor, and Really Bad Weather Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Queer and Loathing on the Yellow Brick Road Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLi’l Red Riding Through the Hood Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsProof of Life Volume 2: Flashes from the Heart Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Diary Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBlack & White Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Road Has Eyes: An RV, A Relationship and A Wild Ride Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Voice of Rage and Ruin Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThunderstruck: Verse 1: The Return of the Divide Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMahjongg and Murder Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBad Moon Rising Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The last summer: Short Story Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPinch Me Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLast Call: Stories of a Barroom Castles SonsaEUR(tm) Winding Road to Redemption Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHome Before Daylight: My Life on the Road with the Grateful Dead Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Night Sounds and Other Stories Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Action & Adventure Fiction For You
Shantaram: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Leave the World Behind: A Novel Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Learn German! Lerne Englisch! ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND: In German and English Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Murder Your Employer: The McMasters Guide to Homicide Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Wool: Book One of the Silo Series Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Swamp Story: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Bean Trees: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Prodigal Summer: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Our Town: A Play in Three Acts Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Shift: Book Two of the Silo Series Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dust: Book Three of the Silo Series Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Poisonwood Bible: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Learn Italian! Impara l'Inglese! ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND: In Italian and English Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Billy Summers Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Postman Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Princess Bride: S. Morgenstern's Classic Tale of True Love and High Adventure Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Eight Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Outlawed Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Last Kingdom Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Once Upon a Time in Hollywood: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Most Dangerous Game Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Golden Notebook: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Count of Monte Cristo Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Grace of Kings Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Huckleberry Finn Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5River God Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Serpent: A Novel from the NUMA files Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Lacuna: Deluxe Modern Classic Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Related categories
Reviews for There’s Nothing in this World Worse than a Wet Hippie. An Experiment in Gonzo Journalism
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
There’s Nothing in this World Worse than a Wet Hippie. An Experiment in Gonzo Journalism - BF Ulrich
There’s nothing in this world worse than a wet hippie
An Experiment in Gonzo Journalism
Bryan Ulrich
Copyright 2013 by Bryan Ulrich
Smashwords Edition
****
Part 1
A thunderhead loomed just to the west of us. We were sitting in the city park in Sedona, Arizona, watching a free concert by a local band called Sock Puppet Soldiers. They were punk before anybody knew there was punk. Or possibly their guitarist only knew two cords. It was 1967. It was hard to tell the difference, and who cared, anyway. Punk wasn’t even a thing yet. They were angry and with a message. They were singing a song called Peace Don’t Hurt
. The finale was spectacular. A crack of lightning lit up at a tree next to the makeshift stage. It arced across to the stage and lit up the guitarist, who convulsed and backed into the drum set. The drum set exploded in a ball of flames, catching the bass player’s pants on fire. The bass player madly circled the singer, and eventually tripped the singer with his electrical cord. It was utter chaos. Sweet and utter chaos. Some poor sap in a blue jacket jumped on stage and began knocking everyone down, rolling on top of them. Maybe it was a cop. The next thing you know, most of the audience was up on stage, rolling around. You can just never tell what’s going to happen at a punk concert. Just then the heavens opened up and the rain fell like all hell broke loose. At least the fires were out.
In case it never occurred to you, you should know that there’s nothing in this world worse than a wet hippie. Everything we owned was immediately drenched. Except for the contents of Stubby’s knapsack. God’s manna. Weed. And not the local crap either. This is the good shit from California. His whole goddamn knapsack was crammed full of this shit. Between the ten of us, we don’t have two cents, but somehow Stubby always maintains a full supply of weed. God bless Stubby. Bastard probably stole his old man’s credit card.
From head to toe we were drenched, and so was everything we owned, which was at our campsite up by Flagstaff. Beautiful spot in the woods. Some people would call it a commune. We called it camping. It wasn’t a real campground. Probably somebody’s property. Slowly we made our way back to the camp. A family drove passed us in a station wagon. Talk about opposites colliding. The driver tossed their trash out the window as they passed us. Do you think anybody would pick up ten drenched hippies hitchhiking on the highway? No chance. Stubby kept sticking his thumb out anyway. Dumbass. A pair of bikers drove passed us going the other way, both on choppers. I flashed them a peace sign. They flashed me the bird. Dig that shit.
Besides having no money, we also had no personal hygiene effects. Not a razor or bar of soap among us. I forgot to mention that I am by far the oldest among us. Twenty-nine. Christ. Don’t trust anybody over thirty. Christ, dammit, I was almost there and these bastards seemed to know it. Doesn’t help that I looked like I was 60 when I was 12. Dammit. Anyway, I was saying, we were soaking wet, and none of us had bathed for who knows how long. As soon as we started to dry out we’d make a serious stink. At least we lived outdoors. I’m not very good at being a hippie. Probably too old for it. It was an experiment for me. Had to see if I liked it, which