Gonzo.

I have so many avenues with which to start this. This is more than a movie review, this is gonzo, maybe not after declaring it is, or maybe it is even more so since I declare it so. I, Meister Jazz, retrieved my good acquaintance Senor Kovo from his domicile to accompany me to Silver Spring for a film festival previewing of Gonzo: The Life and Works of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson. I admire what the man was able to accomplish in his life and wish it hadn't had ended, but the world would be a much different place is his mind had continues to punch words to paper in his fashion.

The Dr. was brash, loud, booming, spastic, sincere, blunt, honest. These are qualities that I admire and wish to keep with me in my actions. Dr. Thompson was honest and kind when he needed to be. He didn't live for anything other than the moment and the people he was with. Everything was reality and fiction. Everything was captured on miles, leagues of film and tape. He recorded everything. Proof, reference for what happened in the haze that he lived in.

To the point and set in his ideas. The Dr. lived a life that no one else could handle and if he hadn't then the world would be different. If he had bee a traditional journalist he would not be so well known now. It's not those that follow the rules that history remembers, it's those that demand to be remembered in history by shaking things up, leaving it a mess and leaving it better than they found it. It's those that change the world they live in that are remembered, those that can prove just how mighty they were at their peak and will admit to just how weak they were when they fell.

I've been asked why I take so many photos of my acquaintances, why so many photos of what I do and where I am. It's so I can not only tell a story, but show it. If I don't have the pictures I try to recreate it as accurately as I can. It's all about the ride and being able to bring more people along the next time. I have tickets to share and the people to share them with, not let us all experience it. Love, hate, joy, pain, confusion, clarity, reality fiction. Meister Jazz and Kovo, of Jasmine and Alex. One and the same, yet both are real and both are fake. The proof is in who you talk to.

This is anything but Gonzo, and that's fine because this is mine. Only one person could accurately portray gonzo as it should have been and only one person could have written this. The right people for their occupations.

Adios for now
:salute and bow:
Jasmine P.