Fear and moonwalking?
Ohh this is fascinating. Hunter S. Thompson’s wifey says her late husband left behind a little Gonzo jizz should she want to give him a posthumous heir. They were 35 years apart, so it’s not one of those creepy, “75 year old gives birth to twins” stories. Is it wrong that I’m, like, weirdly invested in the idea of her getting knocked up for the sake of lit? I know she says she doesn’t want to do it as a way of replicating Hunter, but what IF the kid ended up pulling off the whole (for lack of a much MUCH better example) Judy Garland/Liza Minelli thing? Leave me alone; it’s Friday…
Genius is in the genes! (See? “Gen.” It’s RIGHT there). This baby could define an entire generation that previously defined itself only as, “the generation who perfected NOT dying despite eating everything ending in “ito.”” Burritos excluded. Those are delicious AND nutritious.
Of course, it could go the complete opposite direction and turn out like the whole Elvis/Lisa Marie thing. It’s anyone’s guess really. I say bring on the heir though. I want a little Miss Hunter Thompson, Jr. to marry one of Jacko’s kids, if only for the fact that they could combine moonwalking genes with awesome writing genes and have a baby who could be the world’s first Dancing Journalist, AKA my dream job! Seriously, Hunter’s wifey should get on it.
