I won't waste a lot of space here on adjectives like "brazen", "incendiary","ruthless", or "gonzo".
I will disregard the flamboyance,the obsession with firearms, and the river of alcohol and drugs that coursed through practically everything he ever wrote. It doesn't matter.
What matters is he had balls. Remember that. And the next time you have a chance to raise a glass, hoist one in his memory.
Then, invite the "Jeff Gannons" of the world to kiss your iconoclastic ass.
Monday, February 21, 2005
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