RIP Hunter S. Thompson

Hunter S. Thompson passed away at 67 today, from suicide.

Although I read Hells Angels and Fear And Loathing once upon a time, they made no impression on my whatsoever. Ditto his political coverage at Rolling Stone. The guy could certainly write - he was an amazing writer. And yet...nada.

My brief career as a journalist was completely unaffected by Thompson's work.

Thompson affected my life in exactly zero ways. Not knocking the dead - merely assessing his work.

Gerard Vanderleun would seem to agree, and then some:

Yesterday, it would seem, he left in the same way that he lived -- gun-crazy, thoughtless, self-obsessed and selfish to the last second. A gunshot suicide at home, leaving his wife and son to discover and deal with his ruined corpse and clean up the room. What a man.

Rest in peace, Hunter S. Thompson.