I'd like to set the record straight for a moment as I have come in contact with several folks that seem to have me confused;
I am NOT the zombie of Hunter S. Thompson.
For those of you that don't know, Gonzo Journalist, Hunter S. Thompson, died on Feb. 20, 2005 from a self-inflicted gunshot. He was later cremated and his ashes were shot out of a cannon, which is the way I would like to go if I should perish.
The body of Hunter S. Thompson is gone, scattered to the wind, leaving his magnificent words inbooks, articles and even film adaptations.
I am Hunter S. Zombie. While the Great Dr. Gonzo and I share similar characteristics and appearances, we are not the same individual. I was dressed like this by the group of hippies I was living with back in the 60's.
They said I looked like Hunter due to my bald head, so they stuck a cigar in my mouth, put a pair big sunglasses on me and had me throw on a Hawaiian shirt. Ever since then, I've been going by the name Hunter S. Zombie; the "S" stands for "Stillborn".
As I continue forward with my own books and writings, I know that people will forever link me and Thompson together and I don't consider this a terrible thing.
I'm glad that I remind people of the Duke. I believe it's a way to help carry on Hunter's spirit for the future generations that call me, "That Johnny Depp guy from that movie." I'm glad to educate them and point them in the direction of Thompson's work, so that they may be enlightened by the magnificent bastard.
I will not deny Thompson's influence on my own work, or myself, but one thing I can tell you with absolute certainty is that we are not the same person. That aside, I encourage all of you to pick up a book by Thompson, you could probably find some at your local library for free, and open your mind to the man that made drugs, booze and insanity part of his everyday life.
As long as we keep his words in our hearts and minds, Dr. Gonzo will never truly die.
-HSZ
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