Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish - a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow - to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested... Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.
Hunter S. ThompsonGiven my calling I had to stumble across people who felt the same way. I was a young reporter.
Hunter S. ThompsonGoing to trial with a lawyer who considers your whole life-style a Crime in Progress is not a happy prospect.
Hunter S. ThompsonWe are all alone, born alone, die alone, and - in spite of True Romance magazines - we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.
Hunter S. Thompson