Soon you'll be able to tour Hunter S. Thompson's house

Suddenly, there was a terrible roar around us. Whaaaa-reuuuuh-whaa-wha-wha-wha. It was primal and screeching. But the sky didn’t fill up with what looked like huge bats (to my great disappointment). I ran out of the car to the high wooden fence heavily barricaded with chicken wire to spy what was going on. And I heard my…