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.

It's Takes Love to keep This Boat in the Air. If You Love Her She'll Continue to Sail Even When She Should Fall Out of the Sky

'A house is not a home without a family. Families are made of more than blood.'

At the moment, my bloodless Norfolk Family is exactly who I want to be around. I think it's the unending devotion we have for one another and the fact that we don't question each other and accept our motives and personalities. We are who we are and we're all fine with that. I want that sort of acceptance and free love that I'm not getting here. I also want the qualities of love and free acception that I'm missing here. I want all the jokes and the games that just are amongst us. I need somebody who will just listen to me, have no hidden motives and give me advice. I mean, I have people here for that, but there is something more that people from Norfolk have that I crave and need.

I can't fit everything I want or need into sensical words for this, but I do understand what it is that I crave. I crave my Bloodless Family because we are all just so perfect together. Our perversions and psychosis, our morality and honorability, our talents and faults. They're the full unquestioned package that combined make up stronger. Where one is weak, another is strong and together we're a force to be reckoned with.

As to the family aspect of it, I wrote this out more and better last night, but this will have to do. I don't feel attached or wanted by my family half the time and I'm entirely ready to seriously become estranged from my father. He's angered me too many times and things aren't working. I think we need to stop and try again when he's mature enough to meet me on the level that I'm at. My eldest brother and I don't really interact so I have no real issue with leaving. He makes me feel not welcome in my own home. It's OUR house and I look out for me first because I know neither you nor Dorien will. Dorien's not quite so bad, but still, we all have our own agendas my Miguel has issues with me that are long standing. I don't know why he can't stand me, and I'm not one to back down to a challenge. I'll step up and defend myself if nothing else. I'll defend my life and my rights. I'll make my counter offensive and live my life as best I can.

I don't think this went anywhere I wanted it to, but that's fine.

Adios for now
:salute and bow:
Jasmine P.