Just came out today in the altweekly I write for:
Gonzo journalist's gone
And finally, a big tip of the 40 to Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, who finally succumbed this past weekend to the bad case of terminal weirdness that had plagued him, apparently since birth. While Internet rumors fly about George W. Bush having the good doctor whacked, I'll stick with the suicide explanation; though it failed to make any of the obits, I have it on good account that Thompson's son, Juan, was in the next room when he heard the gun go off.
Thompson once said, "I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me." Well said. And they worked for him right up to his dying day. Those of us who write in the first-person, subjective style known as new journalism owe him a staggering debt of gratitude, which we will pay back to his estate, just as soon as the expense checks clear.
http://www.southflorida.com/citylink/sfe-cl-022305musicdan.story