Hunter S. Thompson Commits Suicide
Author and journalist, Hunter S Thompson killed himself last weekend. And boy, do I have an amusing story that is somewhat related to him.
Writer Hunter S. Thompson Commits Suicide
By ROBERT WELLER, Associated Press Writer
ASPEN, Colo. - Hunter S. Thompson, the hard-living writer who inserted himself into his accounts of America's underbelly and popularized a first-person form of journalism in books such as "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas," has committed suicide.
Thompson was found dead Sunday in his Aspen-area home of an apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound, sheriff's officials said. He was 67. Thompson's wife, Anita, had gone out before the shooting and was not home at the time. His son, Juan, found the body.
Thompson "took his life with a gunshot to the head," the wife and son said in a statement released to the Aspen Daily News. The statement asked for privacy for Thompson's family and, using the Latin term for Earth, added, "He stomped terra."
Neither the family statement nor Pitkin County sheriff's officials said whether Thompson left a note. The sheriff and the county coroner did not immediately return telephone messages Monday.
One day Johnny Dangerous I were at a friend's house watching movies. Our friend suggested that later we watch the movie Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, which was based off a book Thompson wrote. But my friend said it kind of mumbly, so I heard him say we should watch the movie Free Willy in Las Vegas.
Man, I though to myself, they made a fourth Free Willy movie? That's awesome. But it didn't make any sense because, what's Free Willy doing in Las Vegas? Nevada is landlocked. How are the ever going to free him this time, it is too far from the ocean. But I put those questions aside, because another Free Willy movie would have to be kickass.
So, one thing led to another, and we ended up watching the Ewok Adventures, and when that movie ended, I asked about watching the Free Willy in Las Vegas movie.
My friend was like, "What are you talking about? Do you mean Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, because that's what I said earlier."
I was crushed. There was no new Free Willy. I don't think I can manage to describe to you in words how unbelievably fucking disappointed I was that this fourth Free Willy movie did not exist. Christ, that would have been such an awesome movie too. You get all the excitement and giant sea mammal action of the first three Free Willy movies, but now set in the glamour and bright lights of Las Vegas.
Get off you fat asses, Hollywood, and make this Free Willy in Las Vegas movie. Who the hell wants three fucking Lord of the Rings movies when instead we can have a movie about a killer whale trying to escape Las Vegas? Shit, Wayne Newton could star, and that'd be butt fuckingly awesome.
On a side note, that same day we went to the video store. There was this weird chittering sound outside, that Johnny said sounded like raccoons. Still bitter over not seeing Free Willy 4, I said he was crazy dumbass. But, there was it was, right outside the video store were a bunch of people surrounding a box full of raccoons. Whoa.
Oh, but the story does not end there, my friend. A couple of days later my mom took our dogs to the vet. She came back and said, "You''ll never believe this. Someone brought in a couple of raccoons." Oh, but I knew all about it, as I stated longingly out the window, reflecting on that killer whale movie I'll never see. I knew.
And that's all I have to say about Hunter S Thompson.