Whether it was a memo from the national affairs desk, campaign coverage, a letter to Jann, or a full-blown HST feature that combined both forms with Raoul Duke correspondence and long, feverish dreams of pure imaginative flight, my first job was to set and then enforce actual publishing deadlines. "Ho, ho," as Hunter would respond with sincere skepticism. Deadlines were the only things that mattered to him, he said, besides fees and expenses and press credentials. In fact, he considered himself a likely candidate for the Deadline Hall of Fame, which honored "Stories of Intense and Historic Quality Produced under Extreme Pressure in Savage and Unnatural Circumstances."
Here's an entertaining story about what it was like to be Hunter S. Thompson's editor. It's about what you'd expect!
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