Update: I was going through my archives and saw this post that I wrote in the first month of this blog and since it didn’t get too much recognition then, I wanted to repost it noticing one funny thing. The part where I describe The Rum Diary’s character fleeing ‘himself’ made me think (for some reason?) of my own trip to Amsterdam that will be happening in August. Well, enjoy!
“If you’re going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it or else you’re going to be locked up.” A man I admire said that. You probably know him as Raoul Duke from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, or if you’re a true fan you know him as the man, the legend, the inventor of Gonzo Journalism, Hunter Stockton Thompson. He’s lived the life that most men dream of but don’t have the balls to lead. Sure, some may say he lived a child’s dream and he never really grewup, but I ask you this, “Who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?” If you claim the latter, I do not blame nor will ever understand your mentality, but if you’re courageous enough to understand and embrace a lifestyle of braving the storm and truly living, then I salute and tip my hat off to you.I wish I could say I’ve seen the latest bio about him called Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. HST but in fact I was kicked out of the theatre half way through the flick. Those fucking manky bastard security folks couldn’t take two couples and a friend drinking, smoking, rendezvousing, and having fun without being twats about it. Read the rest of this entry »