For whatever reason I happened to think thrice today about the late Hunter S. Thompson. Having committed suicide in February, he will be forever in my heart as the first - and so far only - writer who ever spoke directly to it. Thompson, as I learned today, had written some final words:
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.chiefpedro in Literatur | TrackBack(0)