Hypothetical observation. How do you all feel about the fact that while his son and grandson were in the house (his son's house none the less), he went to the upstairs bedroom then blew his fucking brains out. I've always had the upmost respect for him, his writing, his disrespect for authority, his cynicism.... But then the whole suicide deal kind of tarnished that, it was really cowardice.
Getting serious for a moment, I promise it won't last:
Suicide can be about cowardice, or it can be about mental illness. Usually it's about the latter. You can speculate and judge all day long about the motives behind it and never come up with a solution that makes real sense, because the act itself doesn't make sense.
And that Mr. S. Thompson, he was kind of a nut. And his booze habit probably wasn't helping anything either.
HT is fucking brilliant, I've read his books (finished up the Hells Angels book last year) and watched the various movies and I too feel at home or at least a kinship when I read his words...and I will say I certainly felt his presence Saturday night into Sunday afternoon...
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Hypothetical observation. How do you all feel about the fact that while his son and grandson were in the house (his son's house none the less), he went to the upstairs bedroom then blew his fucking brains out. I've always had the upmost respect for him, his writing, his disrespect for authority, his cynicism....
But then the whole suicide deal kind of tarnished that, it was really cowardice.
Hells angles is a pretty good book, btw.
Getting serious for a moment, I promise it won't last:
Suicide can be about cowardice, or it can be about mental illness. Usually it's about the latter. You can speculate and judge all day long about the motives behind it and never come up with a solution that makes real sense, because the act itself doesn't make sense.
And that Mr. S. Thompson, he was kind of a nut. And his booze habit probably wasn't helping anything either.
true that. no one will ever know why. His family did ok his wish to have his remains shot from a cannon, so they knew and respected his wacko-ness.
when I read fear and loathing in college I felt like I belonged and I was at home.
Reading Hells Angels right now thanks to Tom!
HT is fucking brilliant, I've read his books (finished up the Hells Angels book last year) and watched the various movies and I too feel at home or at least a kinship when I read his words...and I will say I certainly felt his presence Saturday night into Sunday afternoon...
"because the act itself doesn't make sense"
unless you happen to be japanese....
I don't think anyone kills themselves, it's just an illness harder to see.
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