Meant to post this a couple of days ago: the wildcat that is Dr Hunter S. Thompson is dead. BBC is carrying his obit here. I'd like to say Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas changed my life, but it didn't. But it did leave a major impression on my thinking and my attitude to life. Probably only as part of a cocktail of influences I knew in my early university years, but it was a really enjoyable read. It's coloured my impressions and expectations of Las Vegas, although the modern reality sounds a lot different from talking to friends who've been there. Rambling now...
I don't know why I'm not suprised. I hate suicides. They always leave me feeling a bit shredded. But it seems fitting that he did it his own way. The man wasn't shy of brandishing a gun, that's for sure!
I'll eventually get around to reading "... on the Campaign Trail"....
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