Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo
Oscar Zeta Acosta
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Before his mysterious disappearance and probable death in 1971, Oscar Zeta Acosta was famous as a Robin Hood Chicano layer and notorious as the real-life model for Hunter S. Thompson's "Dr. Gonzo," a fat, pugnacious attorney with a gargantuan appetite for food, drugs, and life on the edge.
Written with uninhibited candor and manic energy, this book is Acosta's own account of coming of age as a Chicano in the psychedelic sixties, of taking on impossible cases while breaking all tile rules of courtroom conduct, and of scrambling headlong in search of a personal and cultural identity. It is a landmark of contemporary Hispanic-American literature, at once ribald, surreal, and unmistakably authentic.
you ill?" "I'm okay. It's my secretary." "Pauline?" "Yeh she died this morning." I hang up the phone and immediately dial the main office of the Alameda County Legal Aid Society. "Tom? It's me, Oscar." Tom is my Irish-Catholic boss who thought he was doing me a big favor by giving me my first job . . . . . . as a lawyer. "Yeh, man. Did you get my note?" he speaks like a pall bearer. "I've cancelled my appointments and court appearances." "Didn't make it to the funeral, eh?" "I'm taking off
English most of the time, while we looked upon life "out west" simply as a temporary respite from the Depression. The five bucks a week my old man earned as a mechanic in El Paso hadn't been quite enough to satisfy my mother's dreams. She wanted a sewing machine, a house with electricity and running water. She never dreamed of actually owning a house, she just wanted to live in one with all the modern conveniences she read about in the Sears & Roebuck catalogue. So, when we left El Segundo I my
up from a tackle. After being warned by the officials I'd cool it while Whitt would stick his fingers up someone's nose knowing the referee would have his eyes on me. All three of us got booted that game. the championship for the Valley Oak League ... it ended up a a pile up. Bob Whitt and I three-way tie for first along with Ceres because they called back our touchdown when they caught Dragalong flying through the air with his knee aimed right at the fullback's kidney. In the locker room
up. I recoiled like a snake into the car ... I opened my eyes just as the car was going over the cliff. "Well, that's that!" I summoned for my epitaph. And the front end dipped down and I heard metal and rock "Hey, Oscar! Hey, man what are you doing? Are you okay?" It was Miller. He poked his head through a large hole in the window. The moon was in my face. It was night time. I had sure as hell driven my car over a cliff. But I was alive. Only a cut here and there. Nothing serious. I had simply
order for delivery of supplies to Guatemalan rebels. I will need an interpreter and copilot. If you want to fly, meet me at Hotel Raza in Juarez. Clear Take the powder you will heads last longer. To jo "What's that?" King asked. "The CIA agent left some drugs for us," I said. "Well, listen, man, before you do, let's get something the King said. I felt my stomach go empty. Christ, here I straight," it comes, thought. heard some strange talk about you, man," he said. "We've all heard