Friday, September 09, 2005

The only words I ever read of Hunter Thompson's were his last

-Ahem-

No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun -- for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax -- This won't hurt.

And this is what I have to look forward to? Via Rolling Stones

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