I knew a Buddhist once, and I've hated myself ever since. The whole thing was a failure. — Hunter S. Thompson

It was wonderful, a stunning happy ending to what began as just another tragic rock & roll story, as if Bob Dylan had been arrested in Miami for jacking off in a seedy little XXX theater while stroking the spine of a fat young boy.

I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.

I understand that fear is my friend, but not always. Never turn your back on fear. It should always be in front of you, like a thing that might have to be killed.