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It was if they hadbeen erased
It was if they hadbeen erased
"NO MORE GAMES. NO MORE BOMBS. NO MORE WALKING. NO MORE FUN. NO MORE SWIMMING. 67. THAT IS 17 YEARS PASSED 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 THOMPSON -
This was to be the last written article of The Gonzo Journalist- his final article. This was to be a good bye to everything that he was; everything that he knew and cherished; everything that wasn't staring back at him each time he gazed in the mirror. It was, at the same instance, a frightful hello to restraint- confinement- getting older- leaving everyone behind... his "true" FEAR AND LOATHING. These were to be his last written words, sadly scribed shortly before he took his own life last February.
Though I am only twenty-five years of age, I, honestly, can't help but relate...I think just about every one of you out there can relate to this in some way or another. Why are so many convinced that their end is here, when, in actuality, it is nowhere within reach?
For me his words bring out the lonliness that I have been pretending wasn't there-NO MORE GAMES-
Nearly all of my friends are either dead, in jail , in rehab, have become homeless, or just flat out missing; AS IF THEY HAD BEEN ERASED. I was the only one out of social circle to finish college. I have my friends to thank for that... it was their absence that pushed me to strive harder in obtaining some sort of academic standing, yet I feel as if I have left them behind.-NO MORE FUN- I do,from time to time, run into the ones who aren't in prison or rehab, I see them wandering the street at all hours of the day, wearing the same unwashed clothes that I had seen them in a few weeks prior... I see Karl, looking years beyond his age (due mainly inpart to the matted,louse inhabited beard that he has grown)talking to himself as if he were holding a lodge meeting with thirty of his ELKS CLUB bretheren. His finger nails have become long and dirty, his teeth have become nothing more than a novelty collection of three or four- the rest lost to smoking crystal meth, fist fighting for what ever reason;i.e. food, a bench to sleep on,etc. He doesn't even recognize me any more, every time I see him I can't help but remember hanging out after school talking shit about the teachers,comparing notes on the girls that we wanted to fuck at the time, shoplifiting , skateboarding- things that were free and young,maybe even a little naive, not hard and embittered as they are now. >>>>>>> Sorry cats I am going to finish this little shindig later, look for part two either later tonight or tomorrow. Holidays get me down...sorry, However I do enjoy Halloween quite a bit, not cause of the candy, but because of a child like fantasy that the ones that are dreaming that great eternal dream just might wake up and say hi....I miss you, all of you.
TA TA BITCHES- See You All Later-scott