Killed himself this weekend...hardly surprising, but still a shame.
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Re: Hunter S. Thompson is no more
Originally posted by lecter
Killed himself this weekend...<TABLE BGCOLOR=Red><TR><TD><Font-weight="+1"><font COLOR=Black>The world just changed, Sep. 11, 2001</font></Font-weight></TR></TD></TABLE>
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Who? Sorry, I don't know the name. What did he do?
Jeff-We stop learning when We die, and some
people just don't know They're dead yet!
Member of the COC!
Minister of Confused Knightly Defence (MCKD)
Food for thought...
- Remember when naps were a bad thing?
- Remember 3 is the magic number....
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I was just going to ask that. Seems like its big news, but I never heard of the guy or anything he did.Go Bunny GO!
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Originally posted by Duty
Who? Sorry, I don't know the name. What did he do? ...
Gonzo journalist. You may also recognize Hunter S. as the character "Uncle Duke" in the Doonesbury comic strip.
I can tell I've gotten well past the median age around here these days. Seems most folks here aren't even 30 years old. Oh well ... I like MURC because it keeps me in touch with the youth.Last edited by xortam; 21 February 2005, 20:09.<TABLE BGCOLOR=Red><TR><TD><Font-weight="+1"><font COLOR=Black>The world just changed, Sep. 11, 2001</font></Font-weight></TR></TD></TABLE>
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<TABLE BGCOLOR=Red><TR><TD><Font-weight="+1"><font COLOR=Black>The world just changed, Sep. 11, 2001</font></Font-weight></TR></TD></TABLE>
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"We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs
began to take hold. We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of
mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full
of cocaine, a whole galaxy of multicolored uppers, downers, screamers,
laughers. Also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of
raw ether, two dozen amyls.....Not that we needed all that for the trip, but
once you get into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as
far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There
is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a
man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten
stuff pretty soon. No point in mentioning these bats, I thought. Poor
bastard will see them soon enough."
Goodbye Mr. Thompson...
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