the ghost of hunter s. thompson is following me…
i’ve seen him twice. the first a few years ago. he appeared to me young, prime. sitting at a bus stop; smoking a cigarette, wearing a green gambler’s visor, aviator sunglasses, and a knee length trench coat. as i drove past he gave me a “sup.” without hesitation i gave him one too. somehow knowing. somehow touched. today, 10am. i saw him again. again while driving. as i went to turn onto my street, the car in front of me decided to make a last minute u-turn. as the other car came around, and as i was rolling down my window to give the asshole the bird, there he was. this time old, late 60’s. still with visor, sunglasses, cigarette, and this time his unmistakable scowl. the erratic driver of a silver-blue mini van. i should have known. jesus chirst on sale! i should have known…
