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I was a chubby just 21 year old art student with a mohawk and a love for gin the night of the The Hunter S. Thompson Tribute in Memorial Auditorium. I went with my mom. Behind us sat my psychiatrist who I secretly despised, cuddling with his wife in a way that disgusted me. I was surprised to see him there. On stage were Hunter Thompson and a strange group of people there to honor him including, if memory serves, his wheelchair-bound mother, Warren Zevon, and Johnny Depp.