Gonzo journalism department: Famed writer and self proclaimed weirdo Hunter Thompson shot himself today in his home near here. The local press frenzy has been incredible — totally over the top in a kind of perverse hero worship that is truly “weird.”
In honor of Hunter, here is a gonzo take of my own: Trying to base your life on being as weird and drug addled as possible, as Hunter did, always seemed to me like a loosing proposition. Kind of sad, in a way. I guess Hunter proved that out when he ate a .45 caliber pistol with his 6-year-old grandson nearby, and his wife on the phone listening to the click of the gun and a “loud muffled noise”! Sick. According to reports, Thompson’s last wish is to have his ashes fired from a cannon. I wonder if that seems important to him now?