Hunter S. Thompson’s Suicide Note

No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won’t hurt.

Full Text: Washington Post: Last Words: A Testament to Hunter Thompson

1 Comment

  1. That was really fucking intense to read, but then why I am surprised considering the author of it.

    Damn.

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