A toast of LSD in his honor!

The death of Hunter S. Thompson has hit me hard. This is the second day in a row that I have just laid around in bed wishing that I were stoned, or, failing that, a Hell’s Angel. He was truly a man who saw things the way they were, even if he needed the assistance of mind-altering drugs to do so. I fail to call him a genius, because this is probably the exact sort of thing that drove him to suicide. What a zen guy. Way to know shit, Hunter. (A compliment that I usually only reserve for the Buddha or Jesus).

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3 responses to “A toast of LSD in his honor!

  1. Hunter S. Thompson died? How?!

    • The man, the myth, the man again
      Self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head with a revolver. As sad as I am about all this, I can’t really say that I am all that surprised, just startled and taken aback. All the great ones sort of do this to themselves. But like a great man once said, it’s better to burn out, than to fade away…

  2. Sorry that yet another one of your idels has died
    Sorry that yet another one of your idels has died. but as they say genious ends with death or a bullet. take it easy man, i have a job, mike is… well in a relationship. and the lovely coupple we know are well them selves, good as usual, apparently i can’t say much more. cuz i dont know, oh i started Rugby, oh God the pain.
    Dan out

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