“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