Well the good doctor has done what most will never understand. But why would anyone understand Thompson anyway? He was an amazingly powerful icon to an underground culture at a time that needed one most. HST was put here to do exactly what he had accomplished and when he felt he did just that, he left when he was needed elsewhere. This is big. The death of a guy like him is never to be easy to cope with because he was ****ing immortal. He was Lono, king of volcanoes and palm trees. He was that crazy bastard riding that damned Ducati 900 on that slick road that you always eased up on, he was the cats meow the lions roar. But most of all he was a Hunter of all kinds of strange game. Political, athletic, drug infested game. He took the sport of hunting to a new level. The stories that he Hunted sprung to life on paper and sucked readers in with a passion that literally might not live again. He was that sensible guy in the press box sipping on oversized glasses of rum and sucking on fat ass cohebas. He was the only man who could call the president of the united states sedated and have it printed all over Rolling Stone. (Although latley pretty much anyone can do that with the current powers of the white house.) *cough* busch *cough*
He was the strange dude behind those giant mirrored sunglasses checking into a hotel in Saigon at 3:00 am.
He was the ghost of Dukeness. Or the Duke of ghosts. As fast as he turned everything in his life crazy he was gone. And that brings us to the fact that above all, he was in control after all. He planned his whole gig from the start. Sent down from only god knows where to justify the means of the worlds condition. To turn everything upside down and make it make sense.
We will all miss Hunter S. Thompson very dearly and I have no problem with the way he went out because it was his decision and probably a sensible one.
Gonzo till death.
William McCormick
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