A Riff on Hunter S Thompson

These have been reported as Hunter S Thompson's last words:

"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."

I was told by an inside source at ABC News that the last year or so had been especially difficult. In constant pain, Hunter became a constant bitch, an irritant, impossible to live with, a source of pain to all his friends. When you realize that you are making life miserable for those you love, that is incredibly heart-rending. Medical disabilities due to, well breaking down, are irreversible. Your own quality of life falls rapidly, especially for someone like Hunter who as Remy said "Had a place in society." His production waned, he was in a wheelchair, and no one could take being around him.

Often those who commit suicide are labeled weak. Or seen as insane. Myself, I look down on anyone who is responsible for other people, especially children, and commits suicide. How can you be so selfish? Your pain can't be that bad, trust me it is not as bad as someone like myself, more or less aloneabandoneded, and saddled with high expectations. But some people refuse to sacrifice for others. They spread then only pain. Hunter S Thompson cannot be accused of those failings. His life as he knew it was over. He was impinging now on the existence of others. But clearly his suicide is an archetypal suicide, one that, were the rest of us in his situation, we may be proud to have executed.