friends

He tucked his fish in, kissed its head and said good-night before turning out the lights.  “Sweet dreams little fish” he said and closed the bedroom door.  He loved that little fish like any little boy would and it wouldn’t be long before they were outside again playing catch, flying kites and exploring the world together.  One day, his little fish wanted to go into town so they headed towards town to explore the world, the fish leading the way and the boy following.  The little boy noticed that the further and further towards town they went, the more and more fish there appeared to be.  His fish seemed to be rather friendly with the other fish and soon the little boy felt strange and out of place.  Disheartened, he made his way back home all alone feeling abandoned and forgotten by the little fish he loved so much.  As the day went on and was about to conclude, the little boy thought he might never see his fish again but just as he was about to abandon all hope, the fish came home and sat down next to the little boy where he was watching the television.  “Boy am I glad to be home”, the fish said.  “Let’s not go into town again, those were some strange fish”.  And with that, they contentedly watched the television together until bedtime. 

future cloud rancher of america

It wasn’t long before he made up his mind and decided to start a new life as a cloud rancher in Montana.  He could imagine it so easily it seemed more like a memory from the past than a dream for the future. Clouds as big as apples and just as wistful to raise amongst the blue skies of the open West.  He’d keep a good eye on them and make sure they didn’t get too rowdy, keeping them in line and all that like an experienced rancher would do. Checking in on them early in the morning and ensuring through the day they were content and growing up healthily and plump, billowy and delicate like cotton candy with good dispositions and properly schooled in the things clouds are schooled in.  He could feel it in his bones even more than his bones.  The good life.  A Shangri-La for his mind.  Happiness for his soul.  Cloud ranching in Montana.  He was on his way. 

Dr. Thompson

He was the premature reincarnation of Hunter S. Thompson preceding Dr. Thompson’s death by several years. Being premature, peculiarities possessed him like any peculiarities would in anyone reincarnated prematurely; however, the result was to partially negate the once pronounced peculiarities of the original Dr. Thompson himself leaving his reincarnated self less peculiar than he previously was.  The less peculiar reincarnated Dr. Thompson was thus not so peculiar but rather just slightly odd and as it turned out the difference between peculiar and slightly odd was the difference between brilliance and ordinary. He went on in fact to live a rather ordinary life burdened with the gnawing sense that there was something more to life, which is in fact the hallmark of a very ordinary life. Had the Reincarntor 5000 functioned as it should have back on that day of February 20, 2005, as opposed to malfunctioning several years before, the world would have had another fully peculiar Hunter S. Thompson to walk the earth and would have been better for it.  But it did malfunction when it did causing the world to be an all the more ordinary place.