Godspeed, Hunter.

[J!m]

February 20, 2005: In mid phone conversation with his wife, Hunter S. Thompson blows his brains all over the kitchen ceiling of his home.

 

[Bob Boyer]

Jeez. Hadn't realized it's been that long. Still kinda hard to react to it.

 

[J!m]

Looking back, a geriatric H. S. Thompson just doesn’t seem right.

It would seem he felt the same way.

I don’t know who his wife was.

 

[Chris Cables]

What a thoughtful, considerate thing to do to your spouse.
I always thought his writings were full of shit and never really got why he was considered as either influential, talented, skilled or even remotely interesting.
Sorry for the counter-narrative. Maybe it's incentivised by being stuck in another fkg hospital bed today and realising the value of life, living and being otherwise relatively healthy.

 

[J!m]

The craziest thing about his books, is the fact that it is non-fiction.