Unfortately I was a bit too late for this one. I wanted to meet him at the Wood Creek Tavern and have a shot of good whiskey with him. I think he would have liked me. He’s influenced me so much in the most unexpected ways. I finally got to the Tavern about four months after his death to pay homeage and have that shot.

Who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived, or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed? -Hunter S. Thompson