The End of Fear and Loathing

Dr. Hunter S. Thompson
1937 - 2005

sorry this is a month late

A voice silenced by the woes of old age. His favorite tool of terror turned into the period ending the great American novel of Fear and Loathing. There will be an absence of gunshots at the Owl Farm creating Hunter’s signature through the pages of his books, though our beloved Gonzo Journalist will go out with a bang when a cannon shoots out his final remains.

He was unable to rage the parties like he used to after the wheel chair incarcerated a madman after years of being on the move. Years of idolizing a writer from a generation before, who came to a similar end, gave him a way to nod to Hemingway one final time. Now Ernest’s antlers need to find a new home (Hunter stole them of the door of Hemingway’s home in Ketchum, ID).

In my search to remember this great writer I began digging up interviews from years past and one from two years ago disturbed me a little bit. In Hunter’s own words from his January 2003 interview on Democracy now.

“We'll see what happens to me if I get my head cut off in the next week by -- it's always unknown Bush [inaudible] strangers who commit suicide right afterward. No witnesses. They have a new kind of crime.”

It is somewhat hard to take this as truth when you take into count that his son was in the next room and he was on the phone with his wife - but it would be a good alibi.

We'll see you in the next life Hunter. Goodbye