Happy Birthday To A God.
I love this photo of you. The expression on your face hiding the expression in your mind. The world needs you now more than ever. Happy Birthday, Hunter S. Thompson. Your final words in print haunt me in reflection.
Football Season Is Over – No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your age. Relax — This won’t hurt.
