Saturday, April 19, 2008

Hunter's Words



I finished Gonzo over my spring break, and let me tell you: what a read. It was a long book, since Hunter S. Thompson knew and influenced so many people that so many people had to comment on his life, but it goes by pretty quick. It's very interesting to see all the different perspectives that people interpreted of his life and personality. All very similar, all very interesting.

The facts that interested me were just that he totally controlled his life. Even when he died, he needed to control that too. He started to phsyically wear down, and he had been this dominant physical presence his whole life. So when he was becoming an old man who needed help functioning, he knew that was it, so he ended it himself with a gun in front of his typewriter.



After they discovered his dead body (after he pulled the trigger when his son and family were in the house to visit), they found this note in his notebook from four days prior to his suicide:

"Football season is over

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. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax--this won't hurt."

Crazy huh? He knew he was going to do it. He was just planning the right time without letting on when it would be. That must be crazy--deciding when you will die. Too much power, too much control in my opinion. Too scary.

They didn't mention launching off his ashes in the giant Gonzo tower constructed by Johnny Depp though. I didn't realize how strong their relationship was. Before they made Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Johnny lived in Hunter's basement, interviewed him constantly, and just hung out with him talking, watching sports, shooting guns, etc. Friends commented that he got Hunter so down to a T that it became pretty frightening. It would be since Hunter was so insane. Insane is brilliant though, brilliant, insane.



Now Depp will star as him again in The Rum Diaries, the next book on my to-read list. Apparently this was in the works before Hunter died, but his death kind of got in the way. Excited for that to come out.

The last bit I wanted to comment on was a question that Hunter posted in his kitchen that he reflected on every day:

What is the desired effect?

I think it's so interesting. You can apply it to whatever you're doing, especially when it comes to creating, like he did so constantly. I am going to ponder on that one, sit on it, if you will, and see if it brings me anywhere new or special.

Below, I am going to paste a tribute to my good friend Paul who dressed up as Hunter for Halloween about two-three years ago. Awesome costume. He had the personality to fit it too. And to my surprise, a lot of people knew who he was. Quite impressive.





Does anyone remember when they heard Hunter S. Thompson died? Any interesting memories or stories you heard about him? Do you like/dislike him?

1 comment:

Steve said...

The question posed was "Does anyone remember when they heard Hunter S. Thompson died? Any interesting memories or stories you heard about him? Do you like/dislike him?". Its odd because appx 15 minutes ago as I was coming down from an evening at work in the shower, I was asking myself what I should do for this up and coming halloween season. Since I've shaved, my pirate idea is a bust but I figured I could make an appearance as the late doctor. Then my thoughts began to drift to all things I know about "The Doctor". I remember plainly, and it still messes me up a little. It was appx 7:15 am, Febuary 21, 2005. I was working in my parents store while on vacation there. The radio in the kitchen was on and I heard it almost after the announcement was made. I just froze. I think my reaction was "Holy Shit", but don't quote me. I immediately picked up my phone and called one of my best friends(an avid Thompson fan). He didn't answer due to the early hour so I left a message. I simply said "Dude, The Doctor killed himself", then hung up. There was nothing more to say. All I could do is stand there and battle with the fact that Hunter S. Thompson shot himself in the head one day after my birthday. Reality is funny. At least I have something to remember every year now... The Doctor will be sorely missed, but his time is past. We can only observe his teachings and move forward. Damn right!