Kismet Goes Gonzo For The Kind

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When the going gets weird the weird turn pro. Gonzo rest in peace and get shot out of a cannon when you die. Glad to have you here Derb. If it wasn't for you guys and Newty i know i wouldn't be sailing smoothly like i am now. Reps to you and the crew. Been a wonderful experience learning from the best ! :yummy:
 
I had a experience on mushrooms one night. Had a beautiful girl we were both blazing they kicked in during dinner so we both couldn't eat when the food got there so we got boxes to go after spilling our drinks all over laughing tipping our way out of there. Then driving home, I swear Gonzo came down and took over my body. (HsT). I was ok with it. Dude still rather be here is what i felt. He is out there floating around waiting to trip balls lmao. It happened.:D
 
.......and skid into the afterlife in a cloud of smoke is exactly what eccentric cult journalist and outspoken hell raiser Hunter S. Thompson did. After 67 years of brilliance, madness, and rabble-rousing, the father of Gonzo journalism ended the ride with a single shot from a .45 while sitting in front of his typewriter.

Thompson, who had been suffering a number of painful health ailments and was confined to a wheelchair at the time of his death, had been courting his demise for years. His misanthropic, drug-addled, sometimes savage stories were, in part, reflections of his true self, and his tendency toward self-destruction was well recorded. He often spoke of his own death with family, friends and interviewers, and in a 1977 documentary by the BBC, he casually suggested how it should be properly celebrated – by shooting his ashes out of a cannon encased in a giant, two-thumbed fist clutching a peyote button, an image he had created as his insignia.

In August of 2005, that’s exactly what happened. A 153-ft tower in the shape of Thompson’s iconic fist was fitted with a cannon, and in a private ceremony, his ashes were launched into the Colorado sky along with a fireworks display while Bob Dylan’s “Mr. Tambourine Man” jangled dolefully in the background. The price tag on the funeral of his own design is said to be around the $2 million mark, the majority of which was covered by actor and friend Johnny Depp.

A year after his death, a small group of friends and admirers created a shrine for Thompson in the Snowmass ski area, near his home in Woody Creek. The group, who call themselves “GLUM”, standing for “Glorious Leaders of the Underground Movement”, have built a bench and devoted several trees to remembering the fallen anti-hero. The shrine is updated every year on President’s Day, and is a mishmash of photos, relevant articles, and the usual things you’d find at a memorial site, peppered in with more specifically Thompson-esque items – bullet shells, mannequin arms and booze bottles hung from the tree branches.
 










 
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