Author Hunter S. Thompson Kills Himself
I remember seeing HST when I was at UCLA, studying journalism, more than 30 years ago. It was just after Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail had come out. The book, and Hunter’s amazing voice, had a huge impact on me.
Many, many years later, I was on a Ziff-Davis junket in Aspen and our small group ran into Hunter while we were out snowmobiling. He was driving a convertible Cadillac, with a gorgeous woman sitting next to him. When he saw us, he pulled out a rifle and waved it around, muttering all the while about needing to get down a bet on that day’s NFL playoff game. We retreated, quietly, and someone in our group called 911.
A couple days later, I was at a hotel in New York when my publisher’s assistant called and told me that a deputy from the Pitkin County Sheriff’s Office wanted to speak with me about the incident. He asked if I had ever felt threatened. I said no, I honestly didn’t. He wasn’t pointing the gun at us, just waving it around.

I asked the deputy if he had to investigate cases like this very often. He paused for almost a minute and finally said, “Well, Hunter is Hunter.”
Indeed.
Hunter, you’ll be missed.
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