No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won’t hurt.
-Hunter S. Thompson
02/16/05
(Hunter died of a self-inflicted gunshot wound 4 days later)
The last words of my favorite writer and inspiration, 3 days before my 29th birthday.
Dispatches From The Deep 