February 20, 2005

As Your Lawyer, I Advise You To Say Goodbye

Hunter S. Thompson, the father of gonzo journalism and one of my personal heroes, dead at 67.
That truly sucks. I am going back to bed.

Update: I've read a few posts here and there about Hunter S. Thompson's suicide which have called him a poser, a fraud, and called for those who would mourn him to see the light. I can't agree. He entertained. That was all I required of him. What sort of babe in the woods would read him and think it was hard news coverage? Denigrating the dead is easy, but calling for his admirers to jump on the bandwagon is asking too much.

Posted by LeeAnn at February 20, 2005 09:14 PM
Comments

Shot himself. How sad.
Thompson, Burroughs, Gysin. All greats.

Posted by: Greg at February 21, 2005 03:22 AM

I always loved the guy. This has been one of those Hemingway years, hasn't it? First, we lost Warren Zevon... now The Duke. Somehow, I just don't think we're living good clean lives.

Bob

Posted by: Bob Baird at February 21, 2005 03:42 PM

RIP HST! Thanks for writing Fear and Loathing so I could later lust after Benicio Del Toro's big gut!

Posted by: Kelly at February 22, 2005 08:01 AM

I'm not sure who this guy is was, but wasn't he the guy in that movie where these two chicks get all nekid and call in a pizza, so he (this guy) shows up with his extra sausage and well after that there's not much of a plot (that I can discribe in a public forum). He was entertaining but I thought the chicks were at least twice as much so. Anyways, now that he's gon I may not order pizza again for a long long time.

Posted by: Bob at February 22, 2005 10:01 AM

The Good Doctor was unique. He was like a lighthouse, a beacon showing when we were close to danger but an outpost and very alone

Posted by: Mike at February 24, 2005 07:04 AM