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In a previous article, drsquid@ix.netcom.com (Dr. Squid) says:

>For cryin' out loud, the man's not even DEAD yet and you're already tryin' to 
>make him into some kind of resurrected messiah!  Hey!  Don't get me wrong.  I 
>like Hunter as well as the next guy, perhaps even a little more.  But I never 
>said I wanted to be one of his 12 apostles.  I never even claimed to be a 
>gonzo journalist.

Piss on the torch!  Why not something newer, something better? . . .
_hacker_ journalism, who knows -- the choice is yours.  But I'd be fucked
to try and repeat the Thompson escapades of the Dope Decade. . . . They
don't _make_ shit the same anymore: my '88 midnight-blue Chrysler LeBaron
convertible, albeit a fine and wonderful machine, is _nothing_ to a '72
El Dorado convertible.  But where you gonna get one now -- one that _runs_?
Dope -- for some -- can be a nice spiritual joyride once in a while, but
emulating Hunter's binges is definitely _not_ for me.  This isn't the day
and age for LSD and pills, I don't think.  We've got more than enough subtle
psychedelia in the datasphere to satisfy . . . psychotropics -- SSRIs -- is
where it's at now, I'm _tellin'_ ya.  And they're _legal_.

But fuck, even analyzing the past and making sure you're not doing the
same, but rather 'modernizing' it -- fuck, isn't it just as derivative?

m/finger stutz@rs6000.baldwinw.edu


OnNow: Satan's Pilgrims, a retro surf-o-matic band on Estrus.  Coincidence?