According to CNN, these were Hunter S. Thompson's last words, left to his wife in a suicide note, before he shot himself in February:

"No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun -- for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax -- This won't hurt."

One assumes that the Thompson that made it onto the pages of Rolling Stone and various other magazines was a persona. A personality created to service the stories and the writing. So it seems strange, or maybe not strange at all, to hear the voice coming through in a suicide note. A lot of people like to romanticize the image of the world-weary, substance fueled writer. Someone told me recently about a kid who said he couldn't write anything unless he was drunk out of his mind and literally banging his head against a wall. Screw that. Sixty-seven may seem like a good long life, but I want more. There's nothing romantic about self destruction. World weary and drunk all the time is a shit way to live. And leaving a body behind for your wife and kid to find is a shit way to die. I love Hunter S. Thompson but nobody in their right mind should want to be him.


I know he really was suffering from a lot before he died. I was reading the Rolling Stone issue on him and everyone that knew him sympathized with his decision even though they did not agree with it. Even his son Juan saw this coming and had already accepted Hunter's fate.
I would definetly love to see what it would have been to be him. I cant really name too many people that can be so depraved but also be the most insightful person with his thoughts on politics, religion and culture. He really is one of a very few people that really didnt care what everybody else was thinking or saying about him. He lived the way he lived and I think that if drugs and alcohol fueled him creatively who is to judge?
At the end of the day the suffering was too much to bear and he made the decision (even if it was selfish) to do what he wanted with his life.

But anyway I just got internet like a week ago and I haven't been on this site for ages. I love you Patrick!  


I got no problem with Hunter making the decisions he did. It was his life and his death and it's not my place to judge him. But he didn't seem to be fueled by happiness or love in either his life or his death. That makes me sad for him. And it makes me think anyone who wants to emulate that is kinda sick. I understand romanticizing that kind of thing, it's an attractive image in a lot of ways. But unless the circumstances of your life have really brought you there - it is just an image. I resent people using it as an affectation to seem hard and world-weary. Know what I'm saying.

Glad you got internet again, Hardik. Welcome back. I love you too.  


Touche!  


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