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He seemed honest enough with me, and in those rare moments when he relaxed I enjoyed him immensely. But it was not often that he dropped his guard, and usually it was rum that made him do it. He relaxed so seldom that his natural moments had an awkward, childish quality that was almost pathetic. He had come so far from himself that I don’t think he knew who he was anymore.Paul Kemp, The Rum Diary, Hunter S. Thompson. (via jasondragoslav)
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