Dedication

"I have bitten the front of my tongue again! Why? What have I eaten tonight that would cause me to draw blood from my own tongue? Where is the Percodan? Where is Anita? What is that noise in the bushes? Why am I so crazy all the time?... Why is it that so many people have gone insane since the end of the American Century and the horrible Bush family was restored to power? Why is the teenage suicide rate going up? Is the President a clone? Is my car going to explode? Why does my sweetheart suddenly have all these lewd tattoos on her body?"

-- Hunter S. Thompson

I am in the middle of reading his autobiography, "Kingdom of Fear". From what I can tell, the guy was a raving psychotropic loon. And a bit of a conceited asshole. But never mind that because Hunter Thompson's genius is undeniable. In backwards times like these when only the sanest of people are being driven crazy, he was like a shining beacon of madness and truth to me when I found a copy of Fear and Loathing and read it cover to exquisitely digestable cover one summer. Most of his narratives read like a really bad trip to the circus and at times I swear I've seen his words stand up, walk across the page, sit down again and wink at me. He was that good.

So DID he get offed by the man? Maybe. Would he have wanted it any other way?

Hell no.