Today would have been Hunter S. Thompson’s 72nd birthday. I still remember hearing about Hunter’s death like it was yesterday. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, to me Hunter was one of the greatest writers that ever graced a piece of paper. His “gonzo” style of journalism is unparalleled by any other writer, and I get a great kick out of his writing. I am on a personal journey right now to try and consume every book that this man has put out. More so than any other writer of read works by, Hunter keeps me on the edge of my seat every time I read one of his books. The way that he sucks you right into the action is amazing, and you feel like you should be right there with him.
The book Hell’s Angels is one of the best books that I’ve ever read, the way that Hunter gave insight into (at the time) one of the most revered gangs in the country is incredible. He went to great efforts to make sure that the American people understood that the Angel’s really were no different than you or me. Hunter got severely beaten at the end of the whole ordeal, proof that he was surely dedicated to his profession. His fascinatingly factorial book Fear Loathing in Las Vegas sparked a Hollywood movie with Johnny Depp. During the end of his career he was writing for ESPN at the front desk giving his views on the sports which he loved so much.
Hunter inspired generations of writers, actors and musicians because he wasn’t afraid to admit who he truly was. Hunter once said, “I’d hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me”. I don’t think that there is any other line that could sum Hunter up as well as the aforementioned statement.
Hunter S. Thompson really was one of God’s prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
MIND INVERSION 