Raoul Duke
Whatever you call him God love him.
Today I woke up with a burning itch [no not that kind] to satisfy my Gonzo lust,
maybe it was because I didn't wake up until almost 2pm and I was already feeling a little slug-ish and weird.
So I fired up this fat bastard of a Mac and starting surfing ye old you-tube.com to find some interview videos. I find that seeing this man is just so inspiring... His writing is outrageous [if you haven't read it, read it you commie, do your brain a favor] but in person he is well, well put together. A little on the strange side but fuck who isn't? At least he embraced it...
So first I listened to his thoughts on Nixon,
I've listened to it a thousand times. It never gets old.
Hunter S. Thompson Interview
[this video is NOT on youtube.com it used to be but they shut it down.. Makes me sad : ( ]
Then I watched a few more on youtube.com including
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAYRhHFeip4
[wont let me embed, bastards]
I cried. I find his death was like the death of the American dream.
There are no more journalists who actually write how they feel without worries of who they may or may not offend. No more drug taking, alcohol loving, gun toting football annoucers.
No more Gonzo. No more.
You know when I think about it sometimes I feel cheated.
I lost my mother and Hunter in the same year. The two people who I really looked up to.
My hero's.
Anyway. Hunter inspires me to takes risks that I wouldn't normally take.
Listen and watch for bullshit.
and maintain the stance that it will Never get weird enough for me.
