The last Gonzo shot
The curse of;
Hunter Stockton Thompson 18 July 1937 - 20 February 2005
"They're gonna make it look like suicide"
"I know how those bastards think."
The last shot of Gonzo
The curse of;
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!”
The last shot of Dr. Gonzo against that old skull, full of acid, a tired man, tired of every political shit that was happening, Nixon same motherfucker as Bush, the Christian intifada, the depression, the old savage shark, the violent teeth, the true words, too many cigarettes, too many acid, too many mexcaline, too many ether, too many is not too much when paranoia turns up; homicide?, suicide? Whatever, he was living from the old days, found his own edge, the torment in all that neurotransmitters, a tough drug warrior, those things that just is like the caffeine to us in mornings, a true rebel that let us a legacy to all of us that cover up with the flag for the free journalism, the other communication, but he maybe ignored these things; but passing years people look back to him, & remember like he said that every time that we lit a cigarette in his honor, we most think like he did”, the internationalization of Gonzo, that stoned & subjective journalism against the classical politic view of Washington, that main enemy who in these days it’s a political bloody shit that is already fucking nations & towns all around the globe, that was the same savage beast that Gonzo was already hunting, he felt that he lost that battle, but not the war, cause we are here like a damn echo, stones that screw in the system shoe, all this insane fuckers whose before him & then him we just choose those paths of revelation & true, at least for the living of a good society, but maybe the real fight where every man & woman, children; those that just not belong to the conventional thoughts, this failed beast system, so if we are in this ride of awareness fight, break the ticket, meanwhile take a mescal with orange & ginger beer, with your favorite drug meal, cause there is a long road to keep writing; “Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind but falling in love and not getting arrested.”