
“As things stand now, I am going to be a writer. I’m not sure that I’m going to be a good one or even a self-supporting one, but until the dark thumb of fate presses me to the dust and says ‘you are nothing’, I will be a writer.”
Happy birthday Hunter, RIP.
Ralph Steadman self-portrait
You went the way you wanted to go, and by heck, I can respect that. You bastard!
Happy birthday, Dr. Thompson.