Monday, February 21, 2005


I always assumed that Hunter Thompson would live forever, like Keith Richards, with his organs pickled by Wild Turkey and Mescaline.

I Imagine that being Hunter Thompson was pretty difficult, since he created a character for himself that was one of mythic proportions.

I wish that there were legions of crazed, drunken and drugged Gonzo Journalists roaming the lands and stirring shit up with Hunter as their Undead Zombie King, but now that shall not be.

I don't have any more words for now.

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