Res ipsa loquitur - in memoriam Hunter S Thompson

I'm a little sad right at this moment. One of the iconic figures of my life managed to shove off this mortal coil by his own hand. Hunter S Thompson, the inventor of 'Gonzo' Journalism, committed suicide on Sunday. No one has guessed why as yet, but maybe he got to the point where he'd done everything that meant anything to him and decided life had no point any more. Maybe he was just fooling around and screwed up, which sounds more like him. I don't know.

Mere words fail me, all I can do is quote the man himself:

"Maybe this is all pure gibberish – a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found out a way to live out there where the real winds blow - to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey and ride fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested…Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll."

Amen to that. There is still a corner of my cynical, abraded soul that still believes it too. Let 'em roll. God speed.