this is late and going to fuck up your friends page, but i don't care
there is so much going on in my mind. i am reminded of all the years i have spent reading his work. he was a genius, a true journalistic icon. he didn't merely record history. he made himself a part of that history, that moment in time. he was the voice of gonzo.
i am also reminded of all the hours in jdfb's old chat room with poe. but one time in particular. everyone else had gone off. it was early in the evening, maybe about 6 . and we started talking about hunter. we talked for hours, just comparing which books we owned, and how long we had been fans. we talked about his style and the little things that we picked up from them. the shocked reaction that me saying ciao at the end of every session was actually a hunter reference, sparked from reading his letters.it was one of my favorite chats. i only wish i had saved it, like i had so many of the others.
i know that whatever pain i am feeling right now from this loss, must be nothing compared to hers. hugs old friend.