ramanda's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- baby, it's a beggar being bitten by this bug 02.21.05 2:43pm I read about Hunter S. Thompson's death this morning. And I wanted to post about it. But I didn't just want to link to the article I read about his suicide, you know, for the sake of linking it. I wanted to have something to say. Something that would be a fitting tribute. But I didn't have the words. Dave did. And so I link to his entry. Because it conveys exactly what I was too grief-dumb to say. Jon gave me a copy of the The Rum Diary for my 23rd birthday. I fell in love on the first page. It was one of those books you read and as you read it you sit back to wonder at how perfect it seems, how synchronistic that you happen to be reading that book at the particular time in your life. That book helped me to understand my own panic, boredom and rampant alcoholism (interspersed with chronic pot-smoking). It reminded me that being confused was not just part of being 23, but a part of life and that drinking to escape it wasn't always a good idea. Even if sometimes it was the only idea. I regret to say I haven't gotten around to reading anything else by Thompson. It is sad to think that his death will probably inspire me to do so. As I read this article this morning, Hawksley Workman's Lethal And Young played through my headphones. Another fitting tribute, perhaps.
it's been fun destroying our bodies RIP Hunter. -A 2:43 p.m. - 02.21.05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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