Hunter S. Thompson wasn't just a brilliantly talented writer, and especially not just a man. He wasn't more than a man, or less, but something else entirely, measured on a completely different scale. My friend Tim introduced me to Thompson's work several years ago, and it has since captivated me. I had reached the point where he'd achieved a certain level of immortality in my mind. If he'd beaten the odds and lived this long after all the drugs and violence and insanity, then nothing could bring him down.

I respected (and still respect) him greatly, as a writer, as a pioneer, and as an example to everyone who wants to live their life by coloring outside the lines.

All the best on this, your next adventure.