Wednesday, September 14, 2005


The last piece of writing by Hunter S. Thompson. Written Feb. 16, 2005, four days before he shot himself with a .45-caliber pistol.
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.
The last 12 words are especially true.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Barring the discovery of landmines in downtown Aspen planted by a prankster Thompson prior to his self-induced death, it seems football season is indeed over.
So the time has come to thank Chatter publicly for all the HST updates.
I would have liked to have gone through this alone, but Obi-Ron wouldn't allow it.
And while I will never fully forgive him for that, I know he meant well.