Hunter S. Thompson is too goddamn crazy to die.
He killed himself last night.
Adam woke me up with the news, and I kept insisting that he could not possibly be right...
murnkay gives a far better obituary than I could.
I'm wearing black today. And planning a memorial viewing of Fear and Loathing tonight - all locals are welcome.
EDIT: Shit, I'm tearing up from reading the eulogies.