Goodbye HST

Goodbye, Hunter S. Thompson. Don't know why you had to leave so early; must have been incurable brain damage. When I heard the news I remembered a piece you wrote about Ernest Hemmingway, and his suicide in Idaho. You noted that Hemmingway had told friends that if he'd known he was going to live so long, he'd have taken better damn care of his body. Sounds kind of apropos to you. Oh well, on the other side you'll once more be able to talk, the drugs will no longer have had a terminal effect, and you'll never have trouble with a deadline again. God bless, and off you go now. Humphrey and Tricky Dick are waiting. Muskie's got an alligator bag ful of Ibogaine to share with you...