Monday, February 21, 2005

we were somewhere near Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take effect --

Start this kind of blog and you may find yourself having to write more obituaries than you care to. It's like working at a cheap-assed local newspaper all over again. So here's to the Doc, and the inevitable suicide of Hunter S Thompson.

Always thought he'd go out with something like that, I just hoped he'd use really fucking heavy ordnance, the mad ol' bastard. So let's all go get shit-faced in somewhere we'd rather not be, in his honour.

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