“Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish — a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow — to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested…
Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.” —Hunter S. Thompson, American Journalist & Patriot, from Generation of Swine
**Note from the artist: When uploading the work, I noticed that the image looked different on my phone than it did on my computer after I finished up the edits. On my computer, the image looked fine to me, but, on the phone, it looked like someone had given Hunter a Trump spray tan. So I uploaded two copies. The first, the original, and the second, the edited copy to dim down the orangeness. If you’d be so kind as to let me know if this is how it appears for you and on what kind of device you’re looking at it on, that’d be greatly appreciated.
Written At Large 