Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is like a psychedelic rollercoaster that never actually leaves the ground. Hunter S. Thompson and his attorney, Dr. Gonzo, embark on a journey that feels less like a road trip and more like an expedition through an acid-fueled carnival. Imagine two guys trying to navigate Las Vegas while high on every substance known to man, and instead of gambling, they’re gambling with their sanity. Every page reads like a fever dream where the house always wins, and the only thing you’re left with is a collection of bizarre anecdotes and the distinct impression that you might want to avoid desert road trips in the future.