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Tuesday, February 22, 2005

HST

Well I'm sure most everyone has heard of the death of Hunter S. Thompson. It's a sad day, because we've lost one of those rare people who dared to wear his opinions on his sleeve, on his pants, on the top of his head without any tinge of regret. This is his last column, and is pretty indicative of his style and thoughts if you've never read him.

I have a book of his journals I've been meaning to read for awhile. I think it will be my next book. I'm sorry he had to die for me to pick it up.

Excelsior.

1 comment:

LadyLitBlitzin said...

Yeah, it really is sad. My boss is a big Hunter S. fan -- she said it is the first time she has ever cried over someone she didn't personally know.

I think that I'm gonna be picking up more of his books. I had one, and liked what I read of it (only had a chance to start it) before I lent it to my boyfriend at the time. Never saw it again. I read another one that I borrowed and loved it. And I know I used to read his stuff in Rolling Stone. He's awesome, and it is indeed sad.

I read they are trying to shoot his ashes out of a cannon.