“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely—at least, not all the time—but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”
Hunter S. Thompson Was And is a major influence for me.
I have looked up to and respected his unique style for as long as I have known about him. He serves as an affirmation that you do not need to conform to find success, all you need to do is find your voice (hopefully its a good one). His ability to party harder and longer than anyone else, and his gradual decent into an underworld of sorts, or the way he would use it to inspire or encourage his writings, always leaving his indelible mark on them as being possible only of someone uniquely individual, and irreverent of authorities such as himself.
Hunter S. Thompson’s “voice” in the writers sense of the word, is impossible to miss in its attention to the most minute and seemingly irrelevant details in his narrative that somehow always finds ways to come full circle; the once irrelevant is suddenly cast into the limelight, star of its own hit Broadway job a position of prominence, star of its own Broadway show (I just hope it’s not CATS, I’m allergic to them). Oh what a voice it is, and oh how groundbreaking he had been jwhen he did it, eschewing the good ol boys club and the press room to be right in the thick of things, regardless of where it took him. It’s easy to tell these stories are n fiction because there is no pause, no thought, no flicker of reluctance when he tells them to us, just the sheer thrill of somebody else taking pleasure in something you felt was amusing that had happened to you.
Yet another thing on which I feel that I can relate with. It’s a regret of mine that I hadn’t at least been able to write a letter to him, even if it forever remained unanswered; left on the to-do stack before he passed his, Could have sworn his passing, I think just knowing my pitiful letter sat next to a magnificent stack of manuscripts OR it was on the bottom of a wastebasket with pocket lint, and not even his for that matter, but you’re surely underestimating the value fo Hunter S. Thompson garbage. it turned out we had a team tag game going and it was really starting to get the security guy’s blood going when I decided that I wanted to get caught this time right here right now, and that’s how I had tea and smoked verb in that fools house!!!
With Hunter gone, it is up ot all of us oddballs with eight-balls, the saints and the saints and the sinners, those oozing with personality, or confident quirkinessss, just for chrissakes not completely silent….we the legion of deceptively packaged and ravenous party animals, some with a seruos cutting habt with serious habit can’t hide forever, cant hide for long….can’t hide for very long, but, especially not for forever; glory lives forever and it lives inside of me I didn’t have my glasses on. much I would feel better by the time I got off work, and then I would basically go right back out without even gong home; for some strange reason, I feel like I’m coming home.
It’s up to Us, to those who’ve made poor choices, but aren’t bad people, always making the choice for the experience and what it potentially offers those who partake in it, making me feel much me mentally stimulated and creative; trying whichever thing comes in front of you, not picky, nothings of limits;
To those who like myself have taken the Hunter S. Thompson approach to living heir life, and creating their memories as I have earlier on, and to some degree, minus the drugs; where there si no finer badge for you to wear than looking like you’ve been rode hard and put away wet; by life. Thats a ttrrip you just get off of afterwards and all you can say is rock on brother, rock on!!!
lf only I had time come to know him, or have randomly met hm somewhere or another, I can guarantee we instantly would be hitting it off, or that I’d had time to write him at least one measly letter, and not even asking for the meaning of life or anything like that man, I know you do, I know who you are, and I’m fine with that man, I just wanna go out and have fun and to be one of those people that’s interesting to be around, has funny stories and is uniquely odd could have become his pen pal, even if just for one letter befor ehe had died.
I would just want to know that he had read this to more fully become familiar with him, his works and what I feel would be an instant bond and hitting it off, or maybe could have asked him some advice, but I’d probably ask him the most broing question out of all the others I could ask him; why do you write…. or maybe I could have at least wrote to him, picked his brain have something walking around stuck to my hand, could you imagine it, or the looks that we’d get? I’ve got it bad enough as it is already.
have sen what I could have learned from him about the best method of presentation, that I will be able to write it with a fraction as much voice or poise as my idol showed, but alas I suppose I have plenty of time to practice. There’s only one thing of which I’m for certain, this world is now suddenly a much poorer place just know this world is a much poorer world without either his voice or the radio anything but this depressing ass shit.
R.I.P. Hunter S. Thompson,
- Hunter S. Thompson Interviews Keith Richards (counterpunch.org)
- Comfort in Solitude: Self-Actualization or Bust! (kendratoo.com)
- gordonshumway: If you haven’t read Hunter S. Thompson’s… (kungfugrippe.com)
- Hunter S. Thompson (thematerialsleuth.wordpress.com)
- Hunter S. Thompson (raymondroman.wordpress.com)
- An Ode to HST (historyandwine.com)