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This one goes out to the rambling, gambling madman from Aspen- the late great Hunter S. Thompson. My drinking has landed me in prison for a short stint. To occupy my time, I read and write, it keeps my mind sharp and the nursing homes at bay. Also, a pen or a book in my hand has the added benefit of a signal to the other inmates that I'm in my own world, and I don't care to converse.
H.S.T's guerrilla approach to writing, and his sharp gonzo wit keep me laughing and thinking on this carnival ride from hell. And if I can laugh in prison, I'm halfway home. My mind will go where my body can't.
Like Hunter, I'm a betting man who always bets on the long shots. So I'm putting a bundle on me to pull out of this s**t hole and do something with my life. Ho ho ho, God Bless you, Doctor. And as my old man used to say, "They can Kill us, but they can't eat us."
Hello Thomas, as usual I love the poem. You take me places I was maybe one step, maybe several steps from reaching myself. I assume this is semi autobiographical, that you are not in prison at the moment. I was a fan of Hunter after Fear and Loathing but I didn’t follow his later life and career. Whether fictional or true, the last three lines are brilliant.
Hello Thomas, as usual I love the poem. You take me places I was maybe one step, maybe several steps from reaching myself. I assume this is semi autobiographical, that you are not in prison at the moment. I was a fan of Hunter after Fear and Loathing but I didn’t follow his later life and career. Whether fictional or true, the last three lines are brilliant.
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..