Most people know something about πΉπππππππ π‘πππ by Mary Shelley. They might not have read the book, but still they know at least one thing about the story: itβs about a monster made by a human, a mad scientist. But who is the real monster? Is it Frankenstein? Or is it the mad scientist?
Two quotes by Hunter S. Thompson sum up my youth and my writing: βTruth is weirder than any fiction Iβve seenβ and βIt never got weird enough for me.βΒ I was fascinated with people, but I quickly grew bored with ordinary life.Β I went off exploring other worlds: criminals, gangs, commies, Birchers, hippies, drug dealers,…
