Gonzo • Monomad
They say a picture is worth a thousand words well this one is worth at least 424. Last week, I photographed a street mural (which I didn't notice at the time) was a portrait of the author, Hunter S. Thompson (1937 - 2005). The twist is that it was cleverly created from his very own text. Thompson was an iconoclast who created his own style of gonzo journalism where he inserted himself in the stories he covered. The artist, David Hollier, picked some juicy quotes from Thompson which I have transposed below.
ITS A STRANGE WORLD SOME PEOPLE GET RICH AND OTHERS EAT SHIT AND DIE. A FAT MAN WILL FEEL HIS HEART BURST AND CALL IT BEAUTIFUL. WHO KNOWS? IF THERE IS IN FACT A HEAVEN AND A HELL. ALL WE KNOW FOR SURE IS THAT HELL WILL BE A VICIOUSLY OVERCROWDED VERSION OF PHOENIX - A CLEAN WELL-LIGHTED PLACE FULL OF SUNSHINE AND BROMIDES AND FAST CARS, WHERE ALMOST EVERYBODY SEEMS VAGUELY HAPPY, EXCEPT FOR THE ONES WHO KNOW IN THEIR HEARTS WHAT IS MISSING AND BEING DRIVEN SLOWLY AND QUIETLY INTO THE KIND OF TERMINAL CRAZINESS THAT COMES WITH FINALLY UNDERSTANDING THAT THE ONE THING YOU WANT IS NOT THERE… MISSING. BACK-ORDERED. NO TENGO. VAYA CON DIOS. GROW UP! SMALL IS BETTER. TAKE WHAT YOU CAN GET. HEAVEN IS A BIT HARDER TO FIGURE AND THERE ARE SOME THINGS THAT NOT EVEN A SMART BOY CAN TELL YOU FOR SURE BUT I CAN GUESS OR WONDER OR MAYBE JUST THINK LIKE A GAMBLER OR A FOOL OR SOME KIND OF ATAVISTIC ROCK AND ROLL LUNATIC. AND MAKE IT ABOUT 8-1 THAT HEAVEN WILL BE A PLACE WHERE THE SWINE WILL BE SORTED OUT AT THE GATE AND SENT OFF LIKE RATS WITH HUGE WELTS AND LUMPS AND PUNCTURE WOUNDS ALL OVER THEIR BODIES DOWN THE LONG DARK CHUTE WHERE UGLINESS ROLLS OVER YOU EVERY 10 OR 16 MINUTES LIKE WAVES OF BOILING ASPHALT AND POISON SCUM FOLLOWED BY SERGEANTS AND LAWYERS AND CROOKED COPS WAVING RULE BOOKS AND WHERE NOBODY LAUGHS AND EVERYBODY LIES AND THE DAYS DRAG BY LIKE DEAD ANIMALS AND THE NIGHTS ARE FULL OF WHORES AND JUNKIES CLAWING AT YOUR WINDOWS AND TAX MEN JAMMING WRITS UNDER YOUR DOOR AND THE SCREAMS OF THE DOOMED COMING UP THROUGH THE AIR SHAFT ALONG WITH WHITE COCKROACHES AND RED STRING WORMS FULL OF AIDS AND BURSTS OF FOUL GAS WITH NO SUNRISE AND THE MORNING STREETS FULL OF PREACHERS BEGGING FOR MONEY AND FONDLING THEMSELVES WITH GANGS OF FAT YOUNG BOYS TRAILING AFTER THEM ALL. BUT SOMEHOW WE GOT BACK INTO HELL. 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 OUT A WAY TO LIVE OUT THERE WHERE THE REAL WIND BLOWS TO SLEEP LATE HAVE FUN, GET WILD, DRINK WHISKEY 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
I photographed the mural with my Canon 5D camera and 70-200 mm lens.
Thank you 
Thanks for the art 