The strangest paradise on earth. The Rum Diary
Puerto Rico Welcomes You
I came down here looking for a story. But I found the strangest paradise on earth. It's where your secrets come to dance. And the voodoo works its magic. And if the drinking doesn't get you in to trouble. The women definitely will. Now all this might sound like some crazed hallucination. But it's all true. I think.
Puerto Rico. It's called journalism. Your resume here. Don't look so anxious. I wouldn't have payed for your hotel if I hadn't already hired you. Hey, you made it! I thought you said you had a TV. The guy across the alley has a TV. I have binoculars.
Don't notice the wig. How does anybody drink a 161 miniatures? Are they not complementary? I thought maybe you were a mermaid. I'm from Connecticut. Stay away from her. She's Sanderson's fiance. See, somebody's in the nude. She's a sweet little beauty. I was looking at his boat. We've all been down on her. It's a wonderful experience.
From the mind of Hunter S. Thompson.
This place is a sea of money Paul. And there's people like me who know how to get it out. Isn't that kind of thing illegal? It's an inappropriate comment. We nail this bastard to his own front door.
