Hunter S. Thompson, you were one of my idols. It is truly painful to type this RIP because you blew your head off this last weekend with a shotgun and dude, WTF!? I mean, yeah, if you were gonna go out, you'd go out by something as gruesome as that, but fuck! Why? Man, you had some good ass stories. I could read/watch Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas every damn day! I love how you saw two women "fucking a polar bear" just whilst sitting in a casino. I love how you saw bats in the desert between Vegas and Barstow, California because dude...ask any of my friends, I saw them too a few summers ago. I wrecked my truck trying to avoid collision with it. Yeah, man, you lived. YOU LIVED. You inspire me to this day, and your writing fucking changed who I am.

Rest in Fucking Peace, Hunter. You da man, dawg...you da MAN!!!