Call Me Gonzo

For thoose of you who may not know. Just call me gonzo I write the absurd for life is insane and sometimes it takes a madman to speak the truth so very clear. I write for the broken vacant faces that have lost all hope. To the dreamer who's well is slowley running dry from everyone telling him to stop wasting his time. I write like a endless highway fueled by whiskey and wild women every adventure leads to pain but life is pain and i love in spite of it. I thirst for every unseen mile the desert my brother it's people dwell in the spirt of the west the opium parlors and brothels spirt still linger. I write with a hint of danger and a promise of disaster. Im a blues player whos trying to out run the devil. Im a outlaw riding to cross the border a woman looking to the empty range for my return. I write because I breath in a world were the creative air has gone stale. The bottle sits apon table and I welcome any strangers company I just rather that stranger be a warm woman instead of a unfriendly amigo who is a little jelouse. Write to be more than just part of the highways landscape. Some may call me crude crazy insane some even vulgar and liar and thief. But aside from thoose compliments. No matter what you may call me. Dont ever forget to just call me gonzo.