HST RIP

Tonight, Sunday February 20th 2005, Dr. Hunter S. Thompson killed himself. It must be true I’m reading it on ABC, MSNBC, CNN and the Aspen Times. I try to deny it, but it doesn’t work. I’m a nobody from nowhere and I haven’t really done enough drugs and this upsets me.
HST became an inspirational force for my writing in the past few years, since I really started paying attention. It seems a much darker and savage world without him.
As I write this, I hear a ruckus outside and run out with a rifle and a flashlight. The cold high desert air is still, and I can see for miles in the clear night. No coyotes, any running cars are 40 miles away, and drifting to me in an odd sort of way I can hear a lock rattling on a gas tank, a shotgun blast, and peacocks crying.
I don’t really have words right now… I’m just sad. I hope that whatever peace Hunter couldn’t find here, he has found now… or that he got out while the getting was still good. I will miss the illustrious and entertaining Doctor.












"It Never Got Weird Enough For Me" Hunter S. Thompson