There are times, however, and this is one of them, when even being right feels wrong. What do you say, for instance, about a generation that has been taught that rain is poison and sex is death? If making love might be fatal and if a cool spring breeze on any summer afternoon can turn a crystal blue lake into a puddle of black poison right in front of your eyes, there is not much left except TV and relentless masturbation. It’s a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die. Who knows? If there is in fact, a heaven and a hell, all we know for sure is that hell will be a visciously overcrowded version of Phoenix— a clean well lighted place full of sunshine and bromides and fast cars where almost everybody seems vaguely happy, except those who know in their hearts what is missing… And being driven slowly and quietly into the kind of terminal craziness that comes with finally understanding that the one thing you want is not there. Missing. Back-ordered. No tengo. Vaya con dios. Grow up! Small is better. Take what you can get…
Hunter S. Thompson
Gonzo Papers, Vol. 2: Generation of Swine: Tales of Shame and Degradation in the ’80s (1988)
“I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me.”
— Hunter S. Thompson
(*Note: of course I have more than one mentor…)
Once you realize that something will only go as far as someone else shall allow… what do you do? Do you enjoy the ride, as HST may have claimed… “But the ticket, take the ride,” or do you back off, knowing that you yourself may become too involved to let things just flow…?
Johnny Depp is set to reprise his acclaimed role as journalist Hunter S. Thompson in the sequel to his 1998 hit Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas. The follow-up, called The Rum Diary, is based on Thompson’s very first novel, which journals his career and personal escapades in 1950s Puerto Rico. Depp is also acting as executive producer for the film. Thompson shot himself to death at his secure compound in Woody Creek, Colorado, on February 20.
Thompson knew were he stood. In 2003’s Kingdom of Fear, he wrote
We have become a Nazi monster in the eyes of the whole world — a nation of bullies and bastards who would rather kill than live peacefully. We are not just Whores for power and oil, but killer whores with hate and fear in our hearts. We are human scum, and that is how history will judge us . . . . No redeeming social value. Just whores. Get out of our way, or we’ll kill you.
Today is a sad, sad day. Dr. Gonzo, Mr. Hunter S. Thompson, committed suicide yesterday.
Maybe there’s more to come…
I’ve thought of this before, but I suddenly found myself pondering altered states again this evening. While I am not in the mood to really expand too much (tired…), I wanted to get this down and out there so that I would come back to it…
Altered states interest me. While these are typically associated with drug use, the thing that interests me is the possibility of achieving an altered state without a chemical precursor… Anyone who’s had a panic attack knows that the mind can deceive the body, that the problems of the mind can manifest themselves physically. So I am interested in pondering this further. Our bodies and brains are essentially a mass of electrochemical reactions… if the introduction of a physical chemical can cause a given reaction, can’t one learn to harness one’s mind in such away as to reach altered states at will? This is of extreme interest to me. It seems so poignant to me that I had to post the thought immediately, however unclear or absurd it may sound.
I am too tired to keep on with this, but I will place the thought on my back burner for now. Interesting.