Since this is my last post before the trip begins, I'm doing something that has nothing to do with wine or travel. It does share the spirit of the insane, reckless stupidity that lays dormant in my brain, clawing out periodically to put my life on a different trajectory. "...one of God's own prototypes. A high powered mutant of some kind who was never even considered for mass production. He was too weird to live and too rare to die..."
- Hunter S. Thompson.
"He was the last relic of the way America used to be, before the lawyers and pussies took over. A holy fool, watched over by angels who drank Old Style and smoked Lucky Strikes. A crazy, fearless, larger-than-life crackpot, last in a long line of same, heir to Davy Crockett, Wild Bill Hickok, P.T. Barnum, Horatio Nelson Jackson, Cannonball Baker, and every other kook who refused to listen to reason. The world is a smaller place without him."
