Post blogger Keith Hemstreet presents a second excerpt from his novel-in-progress, tentatively titled “Owl Farm,” the story of an aspiring writer who befriends Hunter S. Thompson during the last year of his life. “I tried not to look directly at Hunter,” writes Hemstreet, “as he was seated to my right, and to look at him required a ninety-degree turn of the head, not subtle enough to go unnoticed. The last thing I wanted was to be perceived as meddlesome. The lure, however, was too much. He was doing something at the counter, and I wanted to know what, so on occasion I would take a glance, acting as though I was adjusting the recliner, or scratching my ankle, just to see what was going on.”