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Ole Hunter went to the grave not knowing that the HA's story about "Brown Wings" was a joke...


As far as a fitting epitath goes, perhaps some Dr of Jurisprudence or retired high school teacher can correct me, but how about "Turbatus Otium"?


I also saw him at a lecture in Lexington KY around the same time as you. He was pretty much nonsensical there too. Nonetheless, it was interesting to see the iconic train wreck of our time in the flesh. He still had something left in the 90's though. In "Better Than Sex" he said that Clinton would make us beg for Nixon.


When Terry Gilliam's movie version of "Fear and Loathing in LV" came out, I went to see it with a friend who brought along her autographed copy of the book. About twenty seconds into the film, when the hitchhiker showed up, we both burst out: "Oh, my G*d!" Ralph Steadman, in almost real life.

Just about the last comment either one of us made. It was a terrific film, but seeing the book's events portrayed so well on the screen made it hard to ignore the fact that Thompson wrote brilliantly about behaving like a phenomenal a$$hole. In a lot of ways he reminds me of Sam Kinison: I'm glad he was around, even gladder he wasn't in my immediate neighborhood, and surprised he lasted this long. And, yeah, I'll miss him.

"Restless in Peace," maybe?


I've only visited this site once previously, (to comment on Stromberg 97 carbs), but somehow I just knew it would have a thread on Hunter Thomplson's death?

I always loved the word "loathing", defined by M-W OnLine as "to dislike greatly and often with disgust or intolerance".

Rest in Peace just doesn't seem apt.


The liner notes to Warren Zevon's *I'll Sleep when I'm Dead (An Anthology)* include a 1994 photo of WZ and Thompson target shooting on the ranch -- booze and firearms covering a rough-hewn picnic table. The liner also includes this 1996 note to WZ on Woody Creek stationery:

"I apologize for that horrible twisted shit I wrote yesterday about what yr. music had done to my family. I was out of my head from worrying about the UNIBOMBER and the PIGS and the LAWYERS and the SCUM and the EVIL FASCIST PERVERTS and LIARS and WHORES and WEREWOLVES and GUNMONGERS and all the other GAUDY MENDACIOUS SUCKFISH on the TV news these days -- and when my MOTHER called to tell me she no longer watched THE NEWS because she'd rather listen to yr. CRUEL HEART-BREAKING SONGS, I flipped out and abandoned all hope."

For better or worse, we're not likely to see the likes of those two in our lifetime.

Ron C

Over the years the quality may have suffered but still long after he had ingested enough drugs and booze to kill two men twice his size hooped up on PCP the Doctor could still occasionally beat out a sentence or graph or three that reminded you of why Fear and Loathing was required reading for every hipster Gonzo wannabe.

This was my personal favorite of the "Hey Rube" years; became something of a personal mantra:

"That's why I live out here in the mountains with a flag on my porch and loud Wagner music blaring out of my speakers. I feel lucky, and I have plenty of ammunition. That is God's will, they say, and that is also why I shoot into the darkness at anything that moves. Sooner or later, I will hit something Evil, and feel no Guilt."

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