I have a deep, deep love for Hunter S. Thompson.

Wordsmith doesn’t even cover it. A ball of introspective humour mixed with a more than healthy dash of paranioa, obsession, fatalistic depression and a burning anger regarding the state of the human race - nobody else wrote like this. Nobody else could write like this.

Whenever I read his work, it’s always with a mix of awe, amusement and slight terror, my eyes tripping over each other as they race forward - down sentences and across pages. The final sentences of any article or book are always met with the same response, my breath almost catching as I feel the need to pant from the mental exertion required to process the thoughts presented, my eyeballs feeling as though they were dripping tiny drops of sweat, euphoria and a miserable low on recognition that I’ve finished another of his writings, indulged in another lot of his thoughts, and that I have one less to enjoy in the future.

It’s almost enough to make me wish I’d retained the various rants and letters I’d written in the midst of my green-laced binges, but after having gone almost two years without a taste, I’m afraid that a sampling of the thick smoke now would just render me comatose, my tolerance levels back to below zero.

“Buy the ticket, take the ride”

I would, but I’m a chickenshit at heart who just doesn’t have the committment to throw myself into the path of the terrifying unknown, and having to deal with the ramifications that followed.

So, puff puff pass - but pass it straight over my head, I’ll just suck on my cancer stick and look for inspiration in the madness of my fellow (wo)men.

Meanwhile, perhaps this explains some of my continuing attraction to members of the opposite sex who display a similar sort of introspective, thoughtful paranoia?

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