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February 21, 2005

One more hero is gone. HST, R.I.P.

Mat called me at 1:00AM last night. I didn't pick it up. Then at 1:44AM I got a text message from Freddie. I looked at it and was shocked.

My Hero was dead.

But the worst shock of all was this morning when I listened to the voicemail Mat left: Hunter S. Thompson committed suicide. Suicide? Hunter committed suicide?

I can't help but wonder what could have driven him to it. His death wasn't that surprising, after all at 67 he had lived a pretty crazy life. If he'd wrapped his car around a tree after a late night, high speed drive, glass of whiskey in hand, I'd have understood. That would have made sense.

But a gun shot to the head?

When Hemingway killed himself he used a Remington shotgun. Always heavy on metaphor, he choose that weapon because his typewriter was also a Remington. Was there some message Hunter was trying to leave? Was there some last commentary he was trying to convey?

I guess the hardest part for me is the thought that his death may have had no meaning. His life meant so much to so many. Could the Good Doctor have just checked out with out any good reason at all?

Posted by ed at February 21, 2005 9:00 AM

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I know, the news kind of jolted me too. :(

Posted by: Linda at February 21, 2005 10:16 AM

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