Neurotrash

Hunter S Thompson 1937-2005

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Hunter S Thompson is dead.
Thompson was more than a literary giant. He was a cultural icon. He was the epitome of the drugs and booze and sex-soaked days of the late 60s through the 70s. Afterwards, he was a stalwart champion of the freedom that America represents...the freedom to get fucked up and shoot guns in the desert of the mountains...the freedom to drive an exhorbitantly expensive vehicle off-road at high rates of speed with a bottle of Chivas between your legs...the freedom to dream...
He was, without a doubt, a prime inspiration to the first incarnation of NeurOTrash as a print newsletter, back in the day.
I considered the man a prophet...one of four (along with Timothy Leary, Robert Anton Wilson and George Carlin).
We have two prophets left. Let's not waste them.

Gonzo lives. When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.
I miss ya, Hunter.