"I never saw myself as a speaker, let alone a motivational speaker," Leonard tells me while his assistant irons his jeans.
'When I ramble," Hunter told me, "hit me in the leg!"
Every plane had been grounded, including the one stuck on the tarmac with an increasingly inebriated Hunter Thompson trapped inside.
But by far the most all-consuming task was booking gigs for Hunter Thompson.
Just before a debate with G. Gordon Liddy at Brown University, Hunter demanded that Betsy Berg, whom I now worked alongside at GTN, score him some crystal meth.