what a poor bastard
hunter s. thompson committed suicide.
im not the kind of guy who puts to much weight in "heros" but Hunter was my hero through and through. i think back upon all the times i stayed up all night reading his words and just thinking "fuck yeah, this man is an iceberg of genius".
to be honest ive thought about how i would feel when i found out he was dead so many times. i think ive thought about it so much that it is not shocking. i heard him say that he was supprised he's still alive and he was only in his late 30s. he finally got sick of waiting at 67. i once read something he said about richard nixon that went "richard nixon embodies everything i see as a negative character trait". well Hunter Thompson represents everything i see as a possitive character trait.
last night i stayed up into the wee hours of the morning reading something Thompson wrote about going to the town where Hemingway killed himself and hunter lamented over how Hemingway must have felt and what his last few days must have been like. you could tell in the way thompson wrote that he knew, he knew the feeling of being eaten up by the world. he knew that point
i figure Thompson thought he was in line with the "live fast, Die young" stereotype so he was simply just waiting to die. but, it never came like an episode of the twilight zone his fate never fullfilled. so he filled it with a gunshot to his own body.
i am sad today.
I would like to end this post with a little advice from my friend:
"Walk Tall, Kick Ass, Learn to speak Arabic, Love Music and Never Forget That you Come from a Long Line of Truth Seekers, Lovers and Warriors."
-----Hunter S. Thompson