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So as of yesterday I learned of something tragic...the famed Dr. Gonzo, Mr. Hunter S. Thompson, shot himself in the head w/a .45. Damn this pisses me off. I've been waiting for the doctor's approval on a supposed sequel to Fear & Loathing that was to be called "The Curse Of Lono" to be made, and the pigfucker goes off and blasts a hole in his head. That scumsucking, spineless bastard....Apparently this comes as no surprise to his family, as the Dr. had talked about how was gonna end it all w/a shot to the face over 10 years ago. To me, this proves the Doctor's lamentations about the death of the American Dream to be entirely true. What a fucking year this has been. First Dimebag getting shot, then Dr. Gonzo shooting himself...I suppose all that I can do is perservere. One of my true heros is gone. Now if only I had access to some good psychedlics to spend the weekend remembering a true individual on. The true beast inside still lingers in my hapless soul. I suppose I'll take some notes to deliver to the doctor in the afterlife...I still gots a ways to go before my time is up. All I can say is that any man that can get all ripped up on psilocybanic mushroom caps and sabotage the New York Harbor yacht race by attempting to write "Fuck The Pope" on the side of one of the racing docks, then catching fire to the docks to cover an escape seems like a good, whole-hearted individual to me. R.I.P Hunter S. Thompson. You will be missed.


In other news, I'm headed to the PinkHouse tonight w/Ghosty, and a fresh bottle of Crown. I'll be seeing yous all there.