So, the rumors are true. The great Hunter S. Thompson is no longer with us. The saddest part, to me, is that he shot himself in the head at 67. This great man who lived through such politically turbulent times and founded his own way of expressing distaste for THE SYSTEM: Gonzo Journalism, dead from suicide. Tragic.
Ever since I read Fear and Loathing and started looking up Thompson seriously, I've stated that if I could write like anyone, I'd pick H.S. Thompson. He writes with a journalistic seriousness and a matter-of-fact newspaperesque quality to which he adds his personal anecdotes and sarcasm. The man is amazing.
And so, Sir. In my eyes, you 'll be sorely missed. This suicide death, however, encourages me to redouble my efforts of emulation... Maybe Gonzo Journalism isn't dead yet.
