With a bit of luck, his life was ruined forever. Always thinking that just behind some narrow door in all of his favorite bars, men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks from things he'll never know.
by Hunter S. Thompson
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In "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas," Hunter S. Thompson paints a vivid portrait of a man whose luck has turned against him. The protagonist grapples with feelings of inadequacy and despair, believing that his life is irrevocably damaged. He feels alienated from the joy and excitement that he perceives others are experiencing, trapped in a cycle of hopelessness.

The imagery of men in red woolen shirts suggests a sense of camaraderie and adventure that he longs for but believes is beyond his reach. This contrast between his mundane reality and the thrilling experiences of others underscores themes of isolation and unfulfilled desire, encapsulating a profound sense of loss and longing for what might have been.

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