In 2008, Robertson was awake in his cell at the Punta Gorda based prison. He shared the small cell with Frank Hart.
Hart climbed into the top bunk when guards cut the lights out and did their nightly, cursory inspection.
Robertson reached under his own mattress and pulled a pair of sweat socks he hid under the two-inch-thick cushion.
Deftly, he tied the socks together in a sort of homemade garrot, checked the strength of the knot and put his plan into action.
Thirty-minutes later, Robertson pounced. Hart struggled and died.
According to Robertson’s statement, there was no provocation or fight that led to the murder.
James knew his actions were wrong. He was aware of the consequences.
Today, talking about Hart’s murder, Robertson laughs and says, “I don’t feel bad about it.”
I Sold My Soul to The Devil and All I Got Were Writing Tips from Hunter Thompson
Don’t write. Listen. Repeated often, the advice to write the way you speak is the key to understanding Thompson’s style.
When Thompson was a young writer, he would trap his friends into reading it aloud for him. Thompson said it was a technique he used to see how his sentences played. When Thompson’s drug use started to overwhelm, his unique voice permitted others to take over the task of writing for him.
Sarah Lazin was an editorial assistant for Rolling Stone in the 70s. Of Thompson’s work in that era, she said: “He would just file gibberish and we’d have to put it together.”