Imagine Mark Twain infused with more anger, more impatience, more vicious humor, and (of course) more chemical enhancements than those rendered up by a cigar, and you have ... Hunter S. Thompson, the previous century's last great critic of EVERYTHING. Zeb Love has interpreted the genius of gonzo writing and his proposed epitaph with an insightful degree of melancholy. Thompson looks not so much tired, as sadly bemused - and there is an ironic poignancy to the visor and it's allusion to Sin City's fear and loathing. Note also the flecks of crimson here and...
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