Today marks the birth anniversary of one of the most influential people of my lifetime: Hunter S. Thompson. He helped me understand life in an honest, cockeyed way that no one else could. He made me insist on more out of life, reminded me that being an oddball was a good thing, encouraged me to be fierce with my convictions and his middle name is now my son’s as well. And I’ve never met him! Though the world is a much duller place without him, Hunter ended life on his own terms, just as he lived it.
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”
“Breakfast is the only meal of the day that I tend to view with the same kind of traditionalized reverence that most people associate with Lunch and Dinner. I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty-four hours, and mine is breakfast.”
“In a closed society where everybody’s guilty, the only crime is getting caught. In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.”
“America… just a nation of two hundred million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns and no qualms about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable.” (Pretty applicable after the Zimmerman case)
“For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.”
-Dr. Hunter Stockton Thompson, RIP