Here's to Bill Hicks, one of the greatest stand-up comedians of his time. Hicks died on this day in 1994 from pancreatic cancer.
Posthumously, Hicks became something approaching a "hero" of mine, though I absolutely dread using that word. I didn't discover his act until November 2002.
A man who called his act "Chomsky with d*** jokes," Hicks was crass, inspiring and relevant. He spoke the truth, so much so that things he said nearly 20 years ago still have relevance and hold veracity.
As a journalist, I almost always use this occasion to try to grant Hicks one of his wishes, which was to see both sides of drug use presented in the media. Here was his mock news report:
"Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjective, there's no such thing as death, life is only a dream and we're the imagination of ourselves. Here's Tom with the weather."
And here's to Bill, wherever he is.
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