he meant the world to me and i wanted to some day impress him with my writing or my music or something. and instead he shoots his head off.
it does not seem like anything i would expect of him. not having read his writing of the past 40 years. so why?
i barely write in this because it all seems so worthless. the hacks just keep getting more virulent.
but hst? no, he should not show me this path to get away...
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Hack Illegitimi non carborundum... and perhaps refer to Seneca's De Ira. Enjoy the trail!
A friend and I discussed HST’s death at great length. I decided that it seemed appropriate, in that he died as he had lived—violently, spontaneously, and of his own free will. Josh put it better: “After all the barroom brawls and car crashes; after being struck by lightning and targeted by the LAPD; after hunting out stories in the mean streets of Miami, Beirut, and Port-au-Prince; after run-ins with Hell’s Angels, shady government operatives, high-stakes gamblers and international drug dealers; it’s fitting that ultimately the only thing that could kill Hunter S. Thompson was Hunter S. Thompson.”
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