Hunter S. Thompson, the acerbic counterculture writer who popularized a new form of fictional journalism in books like “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas,” fatally shot himself Sunday night at his home, his son said. He was 67.
I don’t know how to feel about this one. I always though that it was a complete waste that Thompson had such an abundant writing talent and squandered it on the meaningless and trite. However, it is sad that such a raw talent disappear. Well, I hope the afterlife is as gonzo as the real world was for you.