Fucking hell. I walked in the door tonight, telling Lou that there was something evil in the air tonight, something wrong. People were nastier, more petty, bitter.
ASPEN, Colo. (AP) – Hunter S. Thompson, the acerbic counterculture writer who popularized a new form of journalism in books like Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, fatally shot himself Sunday night at his Aspen-area home, his son said. He was 67.
“Hunter prized his privacy and we ask that his friends and admirers respect that privacy as well as that of his family,” Juan Thompson said in a statement released to the Aspen Daily News.
Pitkin County Sheriff Bob Braudis, a personal friend of Thompson, confirmed the death to the News. Sheriff’s officials did not return calls to The Associated Press late Sunday.
I’m extremely fucking depressed. I’m wildly speculating, but i wonder if he found out that he had some progressively degenerative disorder.
Ugh… We are up editing the magazine. Mikki’s finishing up so I was browsing… that was like a sucker punch…
i don’t know what to think or feel. thompson was one of the two people who made me want to write. who do we have left now?
I woke up yesterday morning to find this news clip on the CNN website and it made me cry. Thompson really was a talented individual and someone who really made me think. His book about the 1972 campaign trail was good stuff.
Hunter used prowl the streets of New Orleans back in the late seventies early eighties, I know ’cause I spoke to him…very illusive, ethereal, nebulous sort of cat, couldn’t pin him down on anything…maybe it was just that night or maybe it was just me????
the best tribute I’ve read since it happened
http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/features/tributes/thompson_hunters/