Hunter S. Thompson's "Wave Speech"

Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime or at least a Main Era–the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run . . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. . . .
History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time—and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.
My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights—or very early mornings—when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder’s jacket . . . booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to take when I got to the other end (always stalling at the toll-gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change) . . . but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that. . . .
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . .
And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.

in the year 2000...................

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Things are looking up! I am reading "The Perks Of Being A Wallflower" again and i love this book. I have heard that Chbosky is writing a screenplay for it and i hope that he completes it soon since its been ongoing since 2005. I am taking Spanish again this summer since i didn't pass it during the spring and so i can graduate here in the fall. i just want to be done with school. RAWR!!!!!!!!!!!! i am glad that summer is almost upon us because i love it. the depression the winter brings has overstayed its welcome. in other news, i need a bike. bike rides are a must do this summer.

A State Of Perpetual Motion

I feel at times that I am always wanting more. This isn't necessarily a bad thing I guess but at times I realize its a major character flaw that I have. With this mind set it seems that I am never really content anymore with what I have been offered in life. Its as if something great is happening somewhere else and I feel like I am missing out. I just want to be content. I think this type of thinking is due to the fact that at previous times in my life I thought I was content and completely happy only to have the events and circumstance with people and situations turn out to let me down. I guess at times i was too overly trusting in the "good will" that I thought people had. That people usually are not looking to screw you over, however this is complete ignorance to assume that people are completely good, and I guess in some self retrospect I have play this role in letting other people down. I just want it to stop. Whats in the pass with being offended or hurt doesn't need to determine how I react to current and future situations. So I guess I will start paying more attention to keeping my feet planted where i am but at the same time make sure that I am still moving forward.