Special Sauce

A mish-mash of twisted thoughts from a fevered ego. Updated when the spirit moves me, contents vary and may have settled during shipping. Do not open towards eyes. Caution: Ingestion of Special Sauce may cause hair loss, halitosis, and a burning sensation while urinating.



Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckety Fuck.

I was at the gym this morning, and saw Hunter S. Thompson's face. The sound was off, but I knew this wasn't good. Sure enough, he was in the Sandra Dee clip. The "Today's Dead Celebrities" clip.


Hunter did himself in.


In a way, I'd expect nothing less. I don't have the words to articulate it right now, but I can't picture Hunter in a nursing home, or languishing in some hospital bed. I don't think he'd want to either.

But damnit, some selfish part of me always wanted to be able to have him around, putting out new stuff. Savagely attacking sports and politics. Just... being around.


Go out, and read some HST today. Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72 is a masterpiece of political writing. Hell, all of his books are masterpieces in their own way. Often imitated, rarely matched. Shit, this is going to be a bad day.


Blogger Miss Fabulous said...

And they say he was still in his prime.

9:13 AM  
Blogger Special Sauce said...

His "Hey Rube" columns were swell, and even the collections of his letters (which usually are rather dull) were great.


Uncle Duke's on my desk this morning, for lack of a more fitting tribute. (It would be a little unseemly for me to bring in a suitcase full of drugs, especially if I didn't bring enough to share.)

9:23 AM  
Blogger Memphis Word Nerd said...

I have a collection of Vietnam era Doonesbury books sitting on my shelf. I think I'll go home and reread them tonight. That really, really sucks.

I'll bet he went out in style, though...gakked to the nth degree, so utterly mixed up on uppers, downers and sidewayers that he burst right into the stratosphere.

I'm having fond (though very, very hazy) memories of watching FandLinLV with my (then) boyfriend while we split a 10-strip and a pint of Jack Black in one of the worst sections of Memphis. Let's just say that there weren't a lot of people in the theater so the two of us cut up. Badly. As I recall, the road turned purple on the way home. And floated. Gave a whole new meaning to highway in the sky. Ahhh, the good old days. Hunter would have loved it.

2:57 PM  
Blogger Special Sauce said...

Had I been thinking this morning, I'd have found my "Death Before Unconsciousness" Uncle Duke shirt to wear to work today.

MWN, that sounds like one fucking AWESOME way to see the movie. (And to get home, come to think of it.) Tomorrow, I'm getting out my cd of excerpts from F&LiLV to listen to at work (should put me in the right frame of mind for the committee meeting.)

Yeah, I also concurr that he probably went out seeing colors only bees see, because man, if you're going to go, go big... right?

3:23 PM  
Blogger parcequilfaut said...

The call center practically fucking shit when we saw it come up on CNN. (Turns out when he did it he was on the phone with his kids.)

He's with Zeta now. And that's probably a better place.

7:41 PM  

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