Mood: down
Hunter S. Thompson killed himself tonight. Dammit.
I assume he was sick with something and chose to go on his own terms.
He was one of the most interesting political writers of our day. A great influence on many.
My favorite of his books was Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail, '72. His description of Edmund Muskie's freak-out is one of the funniest things I've ever read. No, I take that back. The story of his own adrenachrome experience has that honor.
In Heaven, Thompson is talking about the Redskins with President Nixon over some bourbon.