I've tried for over a day now to come up with some coherent post on the death of Hunter S. Thompson.

Since you're not reading it, I have of course not produced what I was looking for. It wasn't going to be an attempt to ape the style of Thompson---sorry, my internal organs are more precious than that---but I did want to say something, since I cruised through several college courses (and at least one law school course) using some variant of his approach.

Not that I had the money for his kind of living; if I had, it would have been invested in computer games, record albums, and the like. It was college, and I was in a different world.

Despite his loathing for all things Republican and therefore by extension me at some level, I'll miss the mucker. Reading his inane ramblings from the late 1960s and early 1970s gave me an insight on the Other of American life, and that was somehow useful. He was also usually amusing, when his prose wasn't intractable or incompetent. The second volume of The Gonzo Papers was my favorite read of his, because it wasn't the over-the-top crap produced to do whatever it was he was aiming for.

I'll miss the coot.

Selah.

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