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RIP Hunter S. Thompson. The weight of this junkheap is just too much for those souls with an open heart and keen eye. What am I going to say that you already don't know about this beast of a man? I discovered him in high school and never looked back. Cynics love to point out that he's the not much more than the pied piper of the suburban, pseudo-intellectual burnout. Granted, I was no stranger to all things Timothy Leary back at the teen prison...but I saw something that the drug gang didn't often see. I saw an 8 cylinder mind popping gaskets and diving melon first into the American Dream. Not to come out at the other end with picket fences and things...but to try and find ones self in the times of reasonless paranoia and self interest. I got hip to not takin' life for granted. Ride the motherfucker till the wheels fall off because there are plenty of police enforced roadblocks set up to derail the questioning mind. And he did it with that dying wooly mammoth called journalism, Y'know the writing form where objectivity is king while the subjects are awash in the rain & reign of the black plaugue. All of my earthly spiritualness, whatever that little freakshow might be, is praying the good prayer for you, Mr. Hunter S. Thompson. You gave up on this standardized test called existence, my friend. The boatman does not take credit...nor does he take forged checks from Rolling Stone magazine...just cold hard cash that makes the jailcell go round. May you find peace, soldier of critical fortune. There will be peace in the valley for you, me, and anyone else willing to do the meringue outside the box. The lesson? No matter how much it hurts...run forward...it's just a test...it's just a ride...it's life and it's shorter than you think. But life is long when you're lonely. Never let 'em see you cry.

Walk tall, old painless...

Your comrade...Dusty J. Hill


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