HUNTER THOMPSON-Best Gonzo There Ever Was

Hunter Thompson is dead, committed suicide.

From the MSNBC online site article:

“Fiction is based on reality unless you’re a fairy-tale artist,” Thompson told the AP in 2003. “You have to get your knowledge of life from somewhere. You have to know the material you’re writing about before you alter it.”

"An acute observer of the decadence and depravity in American life, Thompson also wrote such collections “Generation of Swine” and “Songs of the Doomed.” His first ever novel, “The Rum Diary,” written in 1959, was first published in 1998."

That first paragraph:--Yes. Fiction is more life than we fiction writers ever like to admit, is it not? Oh yes.

The second paragraph:--He wrote one novel? In 1959? And it wasn't published until 1998? OMG. Okay, for anyone who is reading this and has not yet published a novel, take a Heads Up from Hunter. He hung in there and after thirty years got his novel published. Whew. So odd. Really, so very odd.

I will miss Hunter. I think he was some kind of crazy wild genius. I liked Hunter. I wish he had not killed himself. I wish he had not gotten that far down.

Although I can see why people get that far down. It seems depression is a thing that is contagious or something. It's all around me, people all around me depressed and I mean clinically depressed and medicated, and I have to tell you I am not feeling so damn hot myself these days. I don't want to say I'm depressed because then I might be, but I'm in a really strange place, I can admit to that. I am sort of...aimless. I don't seem to find anything new and terrific in my days much anymore. I tend to do things over and over, things that keep my mind still--things like watching TV or playing online poker. I don't vary my routine much. I feel a little stuck, like a needle on a phonograph record--for those of you who even know what a phonograph record is anymore. Anyway, I can kind of see why Hunter would just bow on out, though I find it very sad, very very sad, and I wish he hadn't. But I can see why, is what I'm saying. People get down. People get tired. People get stuck.

It's probably time I take a trip or something, vary that routine I'm talking about.

Poor Hunter Thompson. I hope he's at peace now.