My Kinda Guy

Let's be honest. Hunter S. Thompson was probably bat-shit crazy. After seeing Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S.Thompson this Bug has come to a few conclusions. Understand that it would be pretentious of me to have an authoritative opinion on the man since I knew nothing of him before Johnny Depp portrayed him in Fear & Loathing In Las Vegas, so I'll just share my humble observations.

• He had a kick ass, devil-may-care approach to his work. This Bug likes that.
• Deadlines, schmedlines. People will wait if your work is undeniably worthwhile.
• He was suicidal long before his adult son heard what he thought was a huge book drop from the next room.
• It takes a special type of individual to consume the amount of mescaline and Wild Turkey that he did and go about working as if he took five for tea and crumpets.
• The dude loved guns. Man, did he love guns.
• He was never afraid to point out governmental cowards or flip them the bird. This Bug really likes that.
• America lost Hunter Thompson the Genius to Hunter Thompson the Cynic. But America crafted Hunter Thompson the Cynic and thus should take its due lumps for playing that role.
• Someone has yet to fill the cavernous void left by the Mad Hatter of journalism.
• Smarminess simply was not in his genetic makeup. Period.
  
• That kind of cool can't be bought nor taught.
  

Anyway, I'm not here to give you a bio of this literary maverick. If you're curious enough, you'll seek him out. If not, just know that proof exists that true genius cannot follow all the rules and is indeed touched with a bit of madness. And if you already knew about Hunter S. Thompson and how he felt about disco, then I've probably come off as pretentious anyway, haven't I? Well then, in the spirit of Gonzo I say this. "A word to the wise is infuriating." Get the f*ck over it.