Partly into this blog adventure I want to let the reader know the entire endeavor is dedicated to and inspired by the genius of Hunter S. Thompson. No other writer has affected my long incubating writing career more. I love Hemingway (as he did), Hawthorne, Conrad, Yeats, Poe, Wordsworth to name just a few. But the good Doctor introduced the tabasco to the sauce and energized the written word forever.
It was a sad day February 20th 2005 when he chose to leave, but he didn't want to be greedy. And how could he be; he gave so much more than we could ever repay.
"He who cannot command himself should obey." Nietzsche wrote. "And many can command themselves, but much is still lacking before they also obey themselves."
Hunter Thompson, the warrior to the end, obeyed himself.

It is late and the autumn of 2005 is here, it began yesterday just after 6pm...I have to prepare the house for the upcoming cold. Hopefully the roof can be patched with a little silicone and sweat...Hadjii will figure that one out tomorrow.
Foxx and I talked on Google and played poker on the internet for hours tonight...It was much fun. I got myself a small fridge on 9/22. I really don't like the location--in the utility room on the little dresser where the toaster oven used to sit--but it was the most conveniant place with an outlet. It is nice having refrigeration again. I have cold water, milk and I can keep things preserved longer. I have to get on the road Monday and find a job and get cash flow...

It was earlier last night that the "coffee can man" tried to guilt trip me during a phone call which he said about the two days I did not go by; that his sister Edith came by and gave him some money, and he said "I know who my friends are." He knows who his friends are and he is not above taking advantage of them.

I am unemployed now and my account is surely scattering like ashes in wind. Christmas is about 3 months away and I want to have enough resources to have a good holiday season with my son Philip Michael..

Lonely, lonely, lonely. That is what it is later in life. I am sitting with a small nest egg and trying to save the bulk for xmas when PM comes home, and I have two trying to suck me dry.

One wants a loan up front to do work for the house. I am sure he is qualified, but do it and bill me...he accused me the other night of not trusting him because I wouldn't pay him up front...hey do the work you get the pay...the billing process, have you heard of it?
The other owes me over a hundred already and wants me to take him out each day as I pay for the gas, a 3 dollar pack of smokes and a 6 dollar bottle of whiskey...that ends as of today--I can't support him. I have enough problems supporting myself with the bills and daily expenses...
The reason I bring this to the blog is the fact that a good percentage of the human motive is the panhandler with the coffee can in front of Wal-mart. Of course, thats not allowed anymore, but the ethic seems to remain relatively visible.
Even in lean times I have never resorted to the "con-act" to get by. That poor in the wallet pitch with the promise to pay it back soon..."just as soon as I get it". Unfortunately, there is an alarmingly large percentage that swears by that philosophy.

I have no use for "arm chair critics". They have the most irrevelent opinions. They normally make comments when their mouths are running on a brain empty status. They should look at the idiot light on their cranium dashboard: "check gray matter". But they still exist and persist to give advice, normally negative, on how to live a life when they don't have a clue manual. Too many mouths and not enough brains.

I was sitting on my old couch this morning with my laptop. On the internet Hunter Thompson's suicide note was revealed. I read it several times with tears and felt the mortality he may have faced in his final days. It was a very lonely feeling.

"Mama, put my guns in the ground.
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down.
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door. "
-Bob Dylan

It has been 8 days since my last entry...nothing much new except for the hurricane that blasted the Gulf coast on the 29th...just got the dog hooked up a couple of hours ago...and the truck is screwing up again with smoking and the plug fouling...