Warren Zevon And Hunter Thompson Together. Warren’s Dying, Hunter’s Just Waiting To
7 Apr, 2009 in fnord, sadhana and dharma, wisdom
Well, Youdopia, I have been hard on Ol’ Doc lately. I haven’t read him, thought of him… I thought I even outgrew him for awhile.
That’s not true, though. I was mad. Mad at him for blowing his brains out. Well, I’m older and perhaps wiser, and I must say that I seem to lack a certain twinkle in the eye that came from aligning with the Gonzo. Who am I to judge? We all have that right to say, “enough”, I believe. Sorry, Doc. I was just mad. I still love you.
Warren Zevon is another one who has gone, but from mesothelioma, not lead. This clip has Warren and Hunter S Thompson hanging out in a hotel room with some bimbos (yeah, they are. Just look) and Benicio del Toro.
Warren was already dying, and Hunter was already counting down the days. There’s nothing profound about the video. I just found it and … pined.
HST’s death has an interesting sting for me as well. But, I have come to the conclusion that I dare not judge him, for I did not know the man. The fact that I have never shook his hand or traded drink would make me a poser if I were to judge his decision to end his life. In the end he did what he did. In death I only know his profession. His Job. His Art. I did not know him. I only knew the Kentucky gentleman who made history. How can I be mad a person who made choice and liberty a commodity in American literature.
I don’t know if ‘out grown’ is the right word, but I think that there is a part of you which *has* gone beyond how Mr. Thompson lived and died. He had the Adolescence which never really ended… and yours has in very significant ways.
And I didn’t know his life either… only his art and not a huge amount of that. But there always seemed to be an intrinsic self-centered selfishness about him that seemed to exclude thought of anyone else. Even those he seemed to care about most were used and discarded. You are beyond that now. You weren’t once. Now you are.
It’s like that relationship between people who had been through harrowing circumstances together and are friends only because of that. The re-visits are often strained and there is little other connection than re-hashing the horrible time they shared.
And he was a bastard for being where his kid was the first to find him…
I think intrinsic self-centeredness is the most gracious description of 1990′s Mark I’ve ever heard.
I agree about his boy finding him. I agree with you in a lot of ways. There’s another Leap on the horizon. I can feel it (thud).
Yes, there is another Leap coming… we can all feel it in ways.
But now… now you have a landing place… with arms to comfort you and ears to listen and a heart which loves you more today than yesterday…
and I loved you then… just as I love you now…