We hardly knew ye, part XI (or so)

I suppose in the end it's not like anyone expected Hunter S. Thompson to go gentle into the good night. And yet, really sad. Moms puts it best when he says that this must mean that he was miserable, and that's just terrible to think about. But on the other hand, maybe he was just really high and really low, and this was a low. Either way, awful. Goes without saying that what we here at BBD believe that what the world needs is a lot more gonzo and a lot less..less...well, less of what we have now. Fearlessness is in very short supply these days.
Here's to you, HST, and may there be guns, Samoan lawyers, dirty politicians, cigarette holders, and mountains of drugs to reward you in the next life.
Also today the anniversary of Malcolm X's assasination. Feb. 21st: not good.