Hunter S. Thompson RIP
I had to open the store today. Up at 6:00 AM (stop rolling your eyes Shade)and on the bus at 6:40. Get to work..have breakfast...wander the store aimlessly. Open the store. Wander aimlessly some more. You know, a typical Mondy morning in retail.
And then a customer came in looking for a documentary called Breakfast with Hunter. In the course of discussing it, he told me that the film's subject, Hunter S. Thompson killed himself yesterday.
I wasn't expecting that.
True, there is some part of me that is not suprised that Thompson would shoot himself. The man was a walking arsenal it seems. But all in all it was still a bit of a shock. The customer told me that he had expected Hunter to be with us when Armageddon came, riding it like a bronco with a glass of scotch in hand. I'd have to agree that that is pretty apt.
Everyone has to do die, of course, but I never imagined Hunter would go out like he did. I imagined it would involve a stand-off with the Federales at his Colorado home. There would be police cars everywhere. There would be demands for surrender. Then there would be utter chaos as Hunter appeared, driving a bulldozer...scotch in one hand, high powered rifle in the other. Eyes and cigarette flaming madly, he shouts, "Come and get me you swine!"
Then there would be a hail of bullets and Hunter would have a death that was just like his life: alcohol fueled, absurd and insane.
I think the next chance I have a drink, I'm going to dedicate it to Hunter. And call everyone a swine. Seems like an appropriate send off. Even though he wasn't front page news everyday...or even in the newspapers at all very much..I'm going to miss him. Life will just be dull without him.
And then a customer came in looking for a documentary called Breakfast with Hunter. In the course of discussing it, he told me that the film's subject, Hunter S. Thompson killed himself yesterday.
I wasn't expecting that.
True, there is some part of me that is not suprised that Thompson would shoot himself. The man was a walking arsenal it seems. But all in all it was still a bit of a shock. The customer told me that he had expected Hunter to be with us when Armageddon came, riding it like a bronco with a glass of scotch in hand. I'd have to agree that that is pretty apt.
Everyone has to do die, of course, but I never imagined Hunter would go out like he did. I imagined it would involve a stand-off with the Federales at his Colorado home. There would be police cars everywhere. There would be demands for surrender. Then there would be utter chaos as Hunter appeared, driving a bulldozer...scotch in one hand, high powered rifle in the other. Eyes and cigarette flaming madly, he shouts, "Come and get me you swine!"
Then there would be a hail of bullets and Hunter would have a death that was just like his life: alcohol fueled, absurd and insane.
I think the next chance I have a drink, I'm going to dedicate it to Hunter. And call everyone a swine. Seems like an appropriate send off. Even though he wasn't front page news everyday...or even in the newspapers at all very much..I'm going to miss him. Life will just be dull without him.