A certain mustachioed librarian with muscles of steel was sitting in a saloon in Gallup, New Mexico, enjoying the latest issue of Library Trends and a double Wild Turkey, straight up, when a taunting “shush” followed by a whiskey-breathed cackle arose from the other end of the bar. “Them’s fightin’ words,” said the barrel-chested bibliophile, adding, parenthetically, “(if, indeed, ‘shush’ can be called ‘words’)”; and, setting aside his scholarly journal, taking care (also parenthetically) not to damage its spine, he pulled out his ALA-accredited six-shooter and shot a hole right through that lily-livered sapsucker’s copy of Men’s Health.
The Shush Factor
February 23, 2005 by at 9:36 pm
“Men’s Health” is for pussies.
Hunter S. Thompson once shot three holes in one of his books and offered it to a friend as an “autographed” copy.
That is why he will continue to be missed so.
He was a close personal friend of mine.