“No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun – for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax – This won’t hurt.”
It has been a long time since I’ve posted anything here. This is mainly due to severe laziness, horrendous selfishness and troublesome bouts of Anhedonia. I’m here now. A lot has changed, mostly for the better. So let’s ponder this day 10 years ago.
Over the years since Hunter S. Thompson disconnected himself from this reality I have had the misfortune of stumbling upon a new breed of fan. This would be the fan who admires his actions of February 20 and his method.
These days there are three main types of fan. The first would be the lover of his work. The second is the lover of the craziness and the work. The third is the lover of the fact Hunter decided to end his life and the method he used. I shudder to think that this man be remembered and cheered for reasons of self-slaughter, albeit by a minority. I have experienced loss through such a hideous death, as have my friends and loved ones. I won’t entertain such ridiculousness.
When I started this animal of a site many moons ago I had the collector in mind. It soon grew legs and became my small contribution, among many others, in keeping DR. Thompson’s memory and work alive. Now a new mission is born. I hope I, we, and anyone who realizes how important and relevant Thompson is can keep the attention on his work and the meaning of it even these days. And in the process I hope we can divert attention from the undesirable element.
Thinking of you Hunter S.. I’m sure wherever are you still wreak havoc at every opportunity.
Thanks to Kevin Hanrahan for all his help with the site. He is famous for his back-flips but I like him better for taste in books (Thompson of course) and his readiness to work long hours for nothing else but copious amounts of coffee.