Gonzo, Man.

Last night, I went to Gonzo with LRC after Jose's pechanga in Longmont (excellent food, dude, but no music). (tm) met us there.

The movie was sort of an overview (a biopic). The best bits were the home movies, for sure. They had his ex-wives on, but really didn't get too into WTF was really up with the dude. Now, I really want to find out what his deal was, and I'll probably never know. There's just too much of the "Kentucky Wildman" character going on to really dig too deep.

Still, I learnt of startling similarities between myself and the dude:

• Although I am a better typist, both of us drink whilst we type--I totally know that fuckin' smirk when you've just put down something hilarious;
• Both have an affinity for the "Austin Nichols, WILD TURKEY":
  
• Both like to torment animals and talk to birds. Not hurt 'em, just tease 'em:
  
  
  
• Both like the guns. I sold all of my handguns, though, because I'm suicidal much of the time--the same reason that I'm really dangerous on a motorbike. Dude's BSA was pretty cool, though.
• It's really just observational comedy, really. He's WAY better than I am, though: