Posted by: Dr Pano Kroko Churchill | January 25, 2013

Drinking at Hunter’s haunts

When in New York, after a day of full meetings and gainful work, we invariably close the day at one landmark barhole or another…

And this not being a Pub culture, we aim for Literary halls of inequity.

So this time around we hit Hunter Thompson’s favourite watering hole and imbibed ourselves silly…

Of course it was all for the Rocket to the Moon cause as the writings of the great man attest from the walls of the smoky joint full of unsavoury characters like so many Jack Kerouaks and Alan Ginsbergs — beatniks who have lost their road and abandoned the great wilds for the canyons of Manhattan and her glory holes…

Hunter between take, is telling us from the wall:

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming:

” Wow! What a Ride! ” ”

Kinda makes you want to drink yourself blind and dive into the sea of inequity…

Another of Hunter’s dark gems staring us from the wall for all to see:

“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and ~~ in spite of true romance magazines ~~ we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely ~~ at least, not all the time ~~ but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”

Agreed …

It’s all about self respect at the end of a brave fighting day for the sake of our Earth and it’s people — I get that and I do that —  but what did Hunter do that was just so cool?

Drank himself to sleep…

And never minded the Bollocks.

Here’s to you man

Yours,

Pano

PS:

After this night — leaving New York is like leaving Las Vegas…

And a last one from Gonzo himself:

“So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?
Hunter S. Thompson


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