hunter thompson

I've more or less come to the conclusion that Thompson probably knew exactly what he was doing when he put a .45 in his mouth and pulled the trigger. I saw part of an interview with him from about five years ago, in which he mumbled incomprehensibly a great deal, but I clearly heard him say he believed when he died he'd exist in some form or other and maybe come back as a three-legged dog in Bangaladesh. (When he said this, he smiled and shook his head and mumbled something that made me think Thompson felt reasonably sure he'd come back as a human being, and hopefully a more advanced one in his next incarnation).

So, in the middle of a phone call with his wife, she heard him put down the phone as if he was going over to the fridge to get ice cubes. At this point Thompson evidently sat down in his big chair with a nice crackling fire going, cocked his weapon, and moved himself forward along the karmic wheel with as much grace as possible considering that he was blowing his brains all over the kitchen floor.

I feel better about it after hearing this reaction from his wife.