Hunter S. Thomson R.I.P.
I am a bit pissed off, since this is not the way a fearless person would end his life. Somehow I think it might have been a freak accident, when he was cleaning one of his guns. Rest in peace Hunter!
“Hi there,” I said. “My name is . . . ah, Raoul Duke . . . yes, on the list, that’s for sure. Free lunch, final wisdom, total coverage. . . . why not?"