I wasn't sure if I was going to post this-I've been wishy-washying it around in my head since the news hit the blogosphere. After all the subject has been covered to death (pun intended).
HST's death put me to thinking about Hemingway's suicide, not because they have any commonality, although they might. But because when I was a kid and Hemingway killed himself it bothered me. I thought about it often.
Why would someone do that?
Even at that young age I realized that suicide means there's never another chance to get it right. And at this ripe old age I realize it means there won't be another glass of cabernet. Or another smile that starts in the eyes and warms the entire room that's meant just for me. And, I want that one last smile. One more time.
Hunter Thompson's final column is here.
James Lileks had this to say.