Tuesday, February 22, 2005


So, Hunter S. Thompson has died, apparently by his own hand.

I must confess, I did not believe he would ever die. I didn't think he could. After all, he had pickled himself but good, and I just assumed he would be left to hang out with Keith Richards and the cockroaches, eating twinkies, after the Nuclear Apocalypse.

Oh well.

On the other hand, Giblets claims he isn't dead at all.