Gonzo

Image By Josue Rojas


Josue knows I am a huge Hunter S. Thompson devotee, the photo was take in New York a little while ago. Josue is a good friend of Russel Morse, who was also on the Rolling Stone show with me, and has a Gonzo spirit--I actually think the photo was taken in his apartment. I've always found something so special about HST's rogue ways, and his ability to write the most beautiful poetic descriptions within his books about savage ridiculousness of the human way. He was one of the reasons I became a writer, and definitely one of the reasons I have an independent blog, love to freelance, and chose not to go the super mainstream route. You can check out one of my all time favorite HST essays, "The Kentucky Derby is Decadent and Depraved" online.

Also, check out my favorite Thompson books on Amazon, and click to order:

• The Rum Diary
• The Gonzo Papers Anthology
• The Curse of Lono
• Hell's Angels
• Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
  

"Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Has it been five years? Six? It seems like a lifetime, the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. But no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time in the world. Whatever it meant. There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. And that, I think, was the handle - that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of old and evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look west, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark - that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back." --excerpt from the Vegas book by HST