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.
- Hunter S. Thompson, Gonzo

I’ve seen this quote before. Hell, I’ve re-blogged it on tumblr. But I always forget about it at some point. I have no idea why it was such a huge pick-me-up today, but I definitely needed it; today was one of the worst I’ve had in a long time. (ie: this)

I guess it’s ’cause out of all the historical figures I should probably wish I could sit down and talk to, (or be haunted by.. please?), Hunter’s the top of the list. So I guess seeing him in what seems like familiar space just.. helps.

So here’s to you, HST. And the rest of you always ready and somehow willing to read whatever inane drivel I’ve spouted off recently: Lurn, Stevo, Kar(Vinny), Kyle, Rach(x2), Timmy, Amy(421).. this means you.

Thanks.

And there will be more drivel to follow.