Sad in my chest.
Hunter S. Thompson died tonight. He killed himself, shot himself in the head. I know it doesn’t effect me at all, in any way, but it does. I never thought for a moment that guy was mortal. It never occured that he would be gone.
And he did, he did it himself. I guess it’s fitting. I don’t even know much about him, I love Fear and Loathing (the movie) and I have the documentry on him “Breakfast with Hunter”, but why am I thinking about it? All of that knowledge, all of that specialness, gone. I wonder if he was scared with the gun in his mouth. Probably not. If I ever did it I’d make sure to do it quick or else I’d think about it too much and wimp out. Was he excited?
He’s never coming back. I just imagine a chalkboard with his brains shot all over it, and someone’s just erasing it all. Why? It makes me sad.
🙁 That’s awful…
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awful indeed.
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yeah I read about that in the news. suicides always the worst. the movie Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas confused me. i’d watch it again if there was really anything i could get out of it but i don’t know if i could gain anything. cherrio!
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Some of his brains are probably still in his movies. RYN:I don’t get your note?
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About above statement. Uh. I get it now, I guess I’m slow.
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hmmm
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