farewell doctor. no more bats.

The world is poorer for the loss of Hunter S. Thompson. The original gonzo, the link between Hemmingway and Kerouac. Despite his verified arsehole-ness, despite his temper and mood swings, he won friends and admirers across the board.

As a fitting tribute, here is his eulogy of Nixon.
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Right about now, he's re aquanting himself with a Samoan lawyer, and getting ready to road trip across the clouds, tripping on Jesus juice and angel dust.

why did she flirt with me if she already has a partner?

Some people are greedy.

As if its not enough to have a partner (note that she didn't use the word boyfriend), must chicks go round messing with a little boy's mind and soul?

There i am monday, after the slightly sweet agony of spending all sunday on how to approach, not say the wrong thing. No answer on the phone. No reply to the email. I have no nails left. But she saw my chewed fingernails as we held hands drunkenly.....

Tuesday is actually a Monday in disguise, and right in the middle of some hectic stuff at work, comes an email. The message is hidden away in a memo attachment. A bad sign. "Blah blah i have a partner blah blah he's pissed at me for what i did blah blah never want to see oyu again. Love, Mas"

The weirdest thing - just before the flirting started, she asked some of her friends at the table about me, slightly below the audio level they thought i could hear. "Nah, he's cool" "I've been to his house" "I like his hair".

Very surreal.