just sick enough...

I found the beautiful and beautifully alive quote, "...a man on the move and just sick enough to be totally confident" from the beautiful and beautifully alive, even in death!, Gonzo journalism's asexual Father, Rider and near-Tamer of Life itself, ya Hunter S. Thompson, my main man. More on the man later. I just wanted to elucidate the power of language and attitude and rhythm in the hands of a master or an outlaw or a rebel or in this case with Mr. S. Thompson all three.

"...a man on the move and just sick enough to be totally confident." Yes, bad ass enough for me to nearly plagiarize. I mean, I haven't really credited the quote, my log line for this very weblog, until this very moment. I never considered it theft or plagiarism, although I really couldn't build a defense against those charges that the big and bad wolf couldn't blow down. I never put HST under the quote because upon reading it, I felt a connection to that ideal so intimately, I rushed to marry it to my blog before I even knew who wrote it. Two minutes later...Hunter Thompson, of course, love that guy. I remember I bought the first volume released of a collection of his letters probably fifteen years ago. His words, every single one was peppered with piss, pepper and vinegar, and reading his work, or worse, listening to him read from one of his works is and impossible and impossibly delightful adventure, a fight, a wave ride with the occasional crash...All these things meet in this sorcery, coded in language that intoxicates and delights with nuclear efficacy and efficiency. If I remember correctly the line was from "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" and the quote was descrbing Hunter's character, Hunter...Ya, Ive been there before and we stay sick for sure...