In the beginning were drugs and gawd saw them and saw that they were good.  The people took them and had vision quests, got drunk as a skunk, and lived in peace (more or less).  But soon the people had children and wanted to relay their message of good times to generations to follow.  Gawd saw this and was sad for the people.  So he invented words.  And thus, like chocolate and peanut butter, the two came together and became one new fabulous idea, Gonzo Journalism.

Fast forward tens of thousands of years and the prophet Hunter S Thompson was tasked with re-awakening the people. 

The prophet came, kicked ass, took names, told stories, enjoyed drugs, and left on his own terms.

Now the vision is handed down to the next generation. 

Will the union of good times and good writing once again die?  Who among those left in the wake of the prophet's departure will stand and be recognized? 

Only time will tell.

Gonzojournalists.com is a small step in keep the tradition of our kind of writing alive.  In the coming weeks contact names, email addresses, and numbers will be listed.

Until then ponder the future of Gonzo...