Today as I was flipping channels in a fog, I came across a Hunter Thompson biography. I didn’t catch the name of it, but it had some really good interviews with folks after HST took his dirt nap. He sure had some interesting friends, not to mention how interesting he was himself.
His final wish was to have his remains shot out of a cannon that he designed himself. My final wish is to have my body cremated and for my cremains (this is a real word, ask Matt) to be mixed into a batch of concrete and cast into a statue. This statue should be a life sized equestrian statue of myself as a centuar, only my torso should be affixed so that I’m facing my own ass. There will be no saddle.
OK I’m kidding, but I could top HST any day.
#1 by Sonya on 12/27/2006 - 2:53 pm
dude, my holidays have been rough. work is killing me. i need to do some drinking soon. help me.
#2 by Chris on 12/27/2006 - 5:01 pm
This sounds like a cry for help, and for liquor. This is something that I can help you with.