Sunday, February 20, 2005

So long and Mahalo.


Just got in on a rainy night in the devil's cauldron of Liberalism and Feel-Good Sinnery, having contributed positive vibes to the taping of the Naked Trucker and T-Bones' DVD at the Troubadour, when I learned via the internets the Hunter S. Thompson killed himself today.

I read the Great Shark Hunt when I was 18. I dressed as the good Dr. for Halloween my freshman year for the South Street debauch in Philly.

My dorm room was adorned with a homemade poster, the opening quote to Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: "He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man- Dr. Johnson."

Read his final column , Shotgun Golf with Bill Murray, here.

Maybe the Rapture has begun, and the Lord took the truest of believers before the going got really weird.


wikki wikki, bruddah

(images from Ralph Steadman's website)

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