My last post suggested that you read a column by Hunter S. Thompson; a column trumping the idea of shooting golf balls with firearms. Two days later, I learn that he's killed himself. A self-inflicted gunshot wound.*
I wasn't as into the Good Doctor as some (such as chairtomorrow, who patterns a portion of his life after HST), but I loved all of his work that I have had the good fortune to come across. The man defined weird, and influenced more people than would like to admit to it.
*Maybe I can find an article to post about today, wherein Oprah suggests that injecting golf balls with massive amounts of poison is a good idea.
Current mood: ehh..