"Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish—a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow—to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested . . . Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll."—Gonzo Papers, Vol. 2: Generation of Swine: Tales of Shame and Degradation in the '80s, 1988
"HST" Brush/Ink/Digital Color, Feb '09
"I'm Catholic and I can't commit suicide, but I plan to drink myself to death.""J. Kerouac" Brush/Ink/Digital Color, Feb '09
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