I looked for it and I couldn't find it, it may not even exist, really. Meanwhile, I found the letter in full. Here it is, for your reading pleasure.
Dear Mr. Burgess,
Herr Wenner has forwarded your useless letter from Rome to the National Affairs Desk for my examination and/or reply.
Unfortunately, we have no International Gibberish Desk, or it would have ended up there.
What kind of lame, half-mad bullshit are you trying to sneak over on us? When Rolling Stone asks for “a thinkpiece", goddamnit, we want a fucking Thinkpiece... and don’t try to weasel out with any of your limey bullshit about a “50,000 word novella about the condition humaine, etc...”
Do you take us for a gang of brainless lizards? Rich hoodlums? Dilettante thugs?
You lazy ccocksucker. I want that Thinkpiece on my desk by Labor Day. And I want it ready for press. The time has come & gone when cheapjack scum like you can get away with the kind of scams you got rich from in the past.
Get your worthless ass out of the piazza and back to the typewriter. Your type is a dime a dozen around here, Burgess, and I’m fucked if I’m going to stand for it any longer.
Dear Mr. Burgess,
Herr Wenner has forwarded your useless letter from Rome to the National Affairs Desk for my examination and/or reply.
Unfortunately, we have no International Gibberish Desk, or it would have ended up there.
What kind of lame, half-mad bullshit are you trying to sneak over on us? When Rolling Stone asks for “a thinkpiece", goddamnit, we want a fucking Thinkpiece... and don’t try to weasel out with any of your limey bullshit about a “50,000 word novella about the condition humaine, etc...”
Do you take us for a gang of brainless lizards? Rich hoodlums? Dilettante thugs?
You lazy ccocksucker. I want that Thinkpiece on my desk by Labor Day. And I want it ready for press. The time has come & gone when cheapjack scum like you can get away with the kind of scams you got rich from in the past.
Get your worthless ass out of the piazza and back to the typewriter. Your type is a dime a dozen around here, Burgess, and I’m fucked if I’m going to stand for it any longer.
Sincerely,
Hunter S Thompson.
