You know your getting old...

When your heros start to die.

Ive just found out about Hunter S Thompson and i feel like ive been kicked in the nuts, that sick feeling in the bottem of the gut, tears in the eyes, the works.

ive got to admit i never agreed (or even belived) some of the stuff he wrote, but he wrote with a raw fierce intelligence and decadant rebellion.

Normally i feel that suicide is a escape, a retreat of the scared or hurt. But in his case i would like to think of it as his last "fuck you".

christ, my hip flask is nearly empty. just enough for a last toast

"Absent friends, cheers"