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Topic: Author Hunter S. Thompson Kills Himself Return to archive Page: 1 2 3 4
February 21st, 2005 10:51 AM
Moonisup http://www.keithrichards.com:/gallery/mazur_01.jpg
February 21st, 2005 10:55 AM
mac_daddy nice pic! thanks rik.
February 21st, 2005 11:49 AM
Jaxx good shot moon is up. now the thread has stones content. .
if you don't mind, i'm going to post that shot right now as today's header--crediting the source, of course.
February 21st, 2005 12:05 PM
kath very sad news. he was one of my author-heroes.

damnit!!!
February 21st, 2005 12:29 PM
MRD8 I had the honor of seeing HST in 1974 at the Rollins College lecture series, he was a larger than life character kind of like a rock star more than a journalist! He had a Q&A session after his mostly incoherent opening statement...the thing I remember most was the podium was covered with joints when he was finished...he got down on his hands and knees and picked up every one!
R.I.P. Uncle Duke!
February 21st, 2005 02:08 PM
GhostofBrianJones That was a real shock! I sure hope they find out why he did it!
Wonder if he might have been depressed and no one recognized
it, or was "under the influence" of somethig maybe? I am not real
familiar with the man but something was obviously going on.
According to the article it sounded like it also shocked his entire
family. Rest in Peace Mr. Thompson you will be greatly missed.
February 21st, 2005 02:56 PM
Ten Thousand Motels Salon.com interview with HST, Feb 2003.

http://www.salon.com/news/feature/2003/02/03/thompson/
February 21st, 2005 03:00 PM
Martha Has Keith released a statement about his friend yet? Or Johnny Depp?
February 21st, 2005 03:15 PM
kath i don't think we konw it's a suicide yet, do we? i mean, it could have been accidental....the paper says he shot himself, but doesn't mention suicide....

oops, i stand corrected. now ABCnews.com says it was a suicide.

i wonder if that's why "doonesbury" is a flashback today.....

i think too much...i'm getting all headachy....
[Edited by kath]
February 21st, 2005 04:28 PM
GimmeExile HST said he wrote "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" while listening to "Beggars Banquet" over and over again until he wore out the cassette.
February 21st, 2005 04:50 PM
72Tele I went through a period about twenty years ago where I was really into Hunter. Read all he had published and so on. Then one day i read in my college newspaper that he was coming to speak. At that time other then Keith himself coming to my school Hunter would have been my top choice. Well the big night came and he showed up about two hours late. I was dumb enough to stay! He was so drunk it turned out to be a huge waste of time. But it really became more of his legend for me. After twenty years of reading all kinds of books I would have to say Hunter is a bit overrated as a writer. Not that he sucks by any means just a bit overrated as a writer. But as a character and legend he is the real deal.
February 21st, 2005 09:16 PM
lotsajizz When asked in a recent interview if he had any regrets, Thompson's response was dimissive. "Those I have are so minor. Would I leave my Keith Richards hat with the silver skull on it in the coffee shop at LaGuardia? I wouldn't do that again. But overall, no. I don't have any regrets."
February 21st, 2005 10:46 PM
Steel Wheels Such a sad day. I can't get my skull around this fact. No more Hunter, no more new laughs, no more new realizations. Who's the voice now? Name me one journalist who's carrying on the great tradition?

The light is out and that's it.
February 22nd, 2005 10:43 AM
FPM C10
quote:
Nasty Habits wrote:
I think we should all rent giant red convertables, dig up the most noxious chemicals our local police-paid off penthouse-living drug Kang has to peddle to us (skipping of course the club drug scene with its maxed-out effect being little more than a case of puppy love with a hard-on, smiles and happiness, but silly isn't crazy, dammit) and drive at top speed to Las Vegas, all blasting Sympathy for the Devil out of our in-dash CD players (because who's got time to go find a "tape machine" in '05) and meet on the strip. Then we can drive up and down one street all night, or for weeks if the fuel holds out, blocking it and jamming it with giant red sharks from the Cretaceous, cruising and hunting, waiting for something to give us a cue, and then the feeding frenzy can begin. Three thousand freaked out crying drug damaged internet mourners desceding on Vegas in vehicles so gas sucking they make SUV's look like Escorts, and we'll all have escorts too, dammit. All playing Sympathy, some from Ya Ya's, some from Beggars', all out of synch with one another, blasting out the tops of our sharks heads like steam from Behemoth, filling modern Las Vegas with bad, negative energy and ugly electricity. Who knows. Maybe we can even race. Of course we'd be branded as terrorists and shot by military eager to get some practice for Iran, but we wouldn't be the only ones with wounds to our chest.

When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro, but when pro is all there is, the weird gotta go.

or

There was no bigger kook than Raoul Duke.





Thank you for writing that, Nasty. I was groping for words to express my nearly boundless sense of loss, and America's loss of yet another irreplaceable genius - but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have come up with anything as absolutely apropos.

Meet you in Vegas.

Damn you Dr. Thompson - we need you now more than ever. Nixon was a cub scout compared to the swine we're saddled with now.

RIP
February 22nd, 2005 10:44 AM
Jaxx it occurred to me that i saw Hunter give a lecture about 15 years ago on the CU boulder campus. he appeared to be wasted, but man, was he funny.

the rocky mountain news has a slide show here:
http://cfapp.rockymountainnews.com/slideshow/slideshow.cfm?type=DEFAULT&ID=hunterthompson&NUM=1

and this is an update from today's rocky mountain news:

Death came instantly
Thompson shot self in mouth with .45, Pitkin coroner says

By John Aguilar and Deborah Frazier, Rocky Mountain News
February 22, 2005

ASPEN - Hunter S. Thompson killed himself in his kitchen with one shot in his head from a .45-caliber handgun, Pitkin County authorities said Monday.

Hunter S. Thompson flashed the victory sign in Aspen in 1990 after learning that Pitkin County prosecutors planned to drop felony charges against him that included possession of explosives and narcotics and sexual assault.

Pitkin County Sheriff Bob Braudis, Thompson's friend of 35 years, said Thompson hadn't given him any indication that he planned to commit suicide.

"It was quite a shock to me," the sheriff said.

Thompson, 67, "gonzo" journalist and biting social critic, had been in pain after hip-replacement surgery, spinal surgery and a broken leg last year, said Braudis.

Thompson died from the self-inflicted gunshot wound in the head that entered "via the mouth" at 5:42 p.m. Sunday, said Pitkin County Coroner Dr. J. Steve Ayers.

An autopsy Monday concluded that the wound was instantly fatal, Ayers said.

Thompson's son, Juan, his daughter-in-law, Jennifer, and their son, William, of Denver, were visiting but weren't in the kitchen when Thompson died. Juan Thompson returned to the kitchen about 6 p.m. and found his father dead.

A statement from Hunter Thompson's wife, Anita, and Juan Thompson said: "On Feb. 20, Dr. Hunter S. Thompson took his life with a gunshot to the head at his fortified compound in Woody Creek."

"He stomped terra," the family's statement said. In Latin, terra means earth.

Pitkin County sheriff's spokesman Joe DiSalvo refused to say whether a note was found.

Louisa Davidson, a longtime friend of Thompson's and Braudis' estranged wife, described Anita Thompson as a stellar person and a "saint" who called her a few hours after Thompson committed suicide. When the Thompsons wed in a civil ceremony two years ago, Braudis and Davidson were the sole witnesses.

Anita Thompson said her husband asked family members to leave the kitchen so he could be alone, Davidson said.

But Braudis said he didn't think that Thompson asked anyone to leave the kitchen.

Thompson then called Anita at the Aspen Club, where she was working out, Davidson said. Soon after that call ended, he shot himself, she said.

She said Thompson had been depressed, talked about suicide and "was a prisoner of his lifestyle."

Davidson once partied with Thompson and his friends, but said she has been sober for two years. She said she hopes a message can be gleaned from Thompson's suicide.

"The party is over," said Davidson.

"Maybe for people he had the coolest life ever," she said. "Our generation is so full of addicts. This valley glorified this lifestyle."

But Braudis said Thompson's "mind was firing on all eight cylinders and his humor was there."

Mike Cleverly, a neighbor and longtime friend, said Thompson hadn't been able to get out as much since the surgery and the broken leg last year, but he "was doing as well as any 67-year-old could."

The Woody Creek Tavern was swamped by media early Monday as photographers and reporters descended on the establishment where Thompson regularly spent time. But by evening, the tavern had returned to some sense of normalcy, with waitresses working an almost full room of patrons.

Thompson's friends returned to the Woody Creek Tavern on Monday to remember and mourn.

"I wasn't surprised," said George Stranahan, a former owner of the tavern. "I never expected Hunter to die in a hospital bed with tubes coming out of him."

Just up Woody Creek Road from the tavern sits the unassuming low-slung brown building that Thompson called "the compound" - the spot where he lived, worked and partied for the past four decades.

Several cars were parked in the driveway and a security officer stood guard at the property's entrance.

Thompson, who chronicled presidential campaigns and the Hell's Angels, was a lifelong admirer of Ernest Hemingway and often quoted his work.

In 1961, Hemingway died of a self-inflicted gunshot wound at his home in Ketchum, Idaho. He was 62, in failing health and depressed.

As a young writer, Thompson traveled to Ketchum after Hemingway's death and wrote an article about why Hemingway moved to Ketchum.

"The strength of his youth became rigidity as he grew older," Thompson wrote in "What Drew Hemingway to Ketchum." "He was an old, sick, and very troubled man.

"The illusion of peace and contentment was not enough for him," Thompson wrote. "So, finally, and for what he must have thought the best of reasons, he ended it with a shotgun

and yesterday's biopic article:

'Gonzo' writer Hunter S. Thompson dies
Journalist, author takes own life at home near Aspen

By John Aguilar, Rocky Mountain News
February 21, 2005

Wickedly quirky journalist and author Hunter S. Thompson shot himself to death in his Woody Creek home near Aspen on Sunday night.

Author of the 1972 classic Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, a story about the author's own drug-addled visit to Sin City, Thompson lived in the Aspen area for more than 40 years.


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The man who put the "gonzo" in "gonzo journalism," an extravagant and highly personalized writing style, was 67.

"Hunter prized his privacy and we ask that his friends and admirers respect that privacy as well as that of his family," said his son, Juan Thompson, in a written statement.

Juan Thompson said he found his father's body. Thompson's wife, Anita, was not home at the time of the shooting.

Thompson is credited with pioneering New Journalism - or, as he dubbed it, "gonzo journalism" - in which the writer made himself an essential component of the story. Much of his earliest work appeared in Rolling Stone magazine.

A neighbor, Mike Cleverly, who lives down the road from Thompson, spent Friday night with Thompson and said the acerbic writer was in good spirits.

"I had one of the most pleasant evenings I've ever had with him," he said. "Hunter Thompson was a dear friend and a big part of my life, and I miss him terribly."

Shep Harris, owner of the Woody Creek Tavern for the past 15 years, was shocked by the news. Thompson was a frequent patron at the eclectic restaurant and bar and often smoked on the tavern's outside terrace, Harris said.

"Mentally, he was keen as ever," said Harris, who said he last saw Thompson a few months ago.

But a source close to the family, who spoke to the Rocky Mountain News on the condition of anonymity, said she saw the day coming when Thompson's longstanding addiction to drugs and guns would culminate in a tragic ending.

She said he had "hinted" at suicide many times. "I knew this call was coming," she said from her Aspen home Sunday night. "He was a raging addict and an abusive man. He had so many guns and they were always loaded."

In 2000, Thompson, a member of the National Rifle Association, accidentally shot and slightly wounded an assistant while trying to chase a bear off his property.

The family friend, who said she had known Thompson for three decades, mostly feared for the safety of Thompson's wife.

"I loved Hunter - it's all a tragedy. I'm just glad he didn't take Anita with him," she said.

Despite her distress over Thompson's self-destructive tendencies, she said she admired the author's keen mind and creative prowess.

"He could remember things that happened 30 years ago. He would have the most endearing moments," she said.

Born July 18, 1937, in Kentucky, Thompson served two years in the Air Force, where he was a newspaper sports editor. He later was almost elected sheriff in Aspen in 1970 under the Freak Power Party banner.

Thompson was a counterculture icon at the height of the Watergate era. He wrote that President Richard Nixon represented "that dark, venal and incurably violent side of the American character."

In an interview with the Rocky Mountain News late in 2000, Thompson said he preferred Woody Creek to the big city.

"In a sanitized age, there's something about a lone voice typing away in the Rockies," Thompson said. "I see a sheen of darkness on things, which I think is kind of funny."

Writing in The New York Times in 1973, Christopher Lehmann-Haupt worried Thompson might someday "lapse into good taste." "That would be a shame, for while he doesn't see America as Grandma Moses depicted it, or the way they painted it for us in civics class, he does in his own mad way betray a profound democratic concern for the polity," he wrote. "And in its own mad way, it's damned refreshing."

February 22nd, 2005 11:46 AM
mac_daddy
February 22nd, 2005 12:30 PM
Factory Girl Maccy, who is the 3rd man in the photo?

RIP Hunter
February 22nd, 2005 12:37 PM
mac_daddy
quote:
Factory Girl wrote:
Maccy, who is the 3rd man in the photo?




matt dillon
February 23rd, 2005 12:05 AM
beer http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&u=/afp/20050222/ts_alt_afp/usthompsoncannon_050222232905

Late Hunter S. Thompson wanted ashes to be fired from a cannon : friend

Tue Feb 22, 6:29 PM ET U.S. National - AFP



LOS ANGELES (AFP) - US author Hunter S. Thompson, who committed suicide last weekend, wanted to exit this world in a style befitting his extraordinary life: being fired from a cannon, a friend revealed.


AFP/Getty Images/File Photo



The larger-than-life writer of "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" stated in his will that he wanted his ashes to be fired out of a cannon following his funeral, plans for which have yet to be announced.


"I believe he wanted to be shot out of a cannon," friend Troy Hooper told AFP.


"I understand it's in his will," said Hooper, associate editor of the Aspen Daily News, based near the Colorado home where Thompson, 67, apparently shot himself on Sunday.


"That's Hunter's style. That's how he would want it. He was a big fan of bonfires and explosions and anything that went bang and I'm sure he'd like to go bang as well," he said.


Hooper, who became friends with father of "gonzo" journalism about five years before his death, cited reports that Thompson told his son, Juan, that his after-life ambition was to become cannon fodder -- literally.


"That's exactly the kind of stuff he would say all the time," he said of one of the most important American literary figures of the 20th Century.


It was Juan Thompson who found his father's body in his rural home in Woody Creek, near the ski resort of Aspen, after he apparently shot himself in the head on Sunday night.


Hooper, who saw Thompson last week, said Thompson had been in pain following recent back surgery, following a hip replacement and after he broke his leg recently.


But Thompson, famed for his LSD- and alcohol-fuelled literary exploits, did not seem "more distraught than usual" in the days before he died, Hooper said, adding that Thompson was "often either up or down."


Sheriff's department investigators in Woody Creek, where Thompson lived for more than 40 years, said he appeared to have died from a self-inflicted gunshot wound.


Thompson became a sharp-witted icon of 1960s counter-culture after the publications of "Fear and Loathing" in 1972 in which he pioneered "gonzo" journalism, in which the writer inserts himself and his personal views into the story.


His work, written in the first person, hit a chord with America's youth at the height of the unpopular Vietnam and the social rebellion of the 1960s and 70s.


Thompson described the birth of gonzo journalism in a 1974 interview with Playboy, saying he was covering the Kentucky Derby on deadline, but "I'd blown my mind, couldn't work."


"So finally I just started jerking pages out of my notebook and numbering them and sending them to the printer. I was sure it was the last article I was ever going to do for anybody."


Thompson rose to fame in 1966 with the publication of his book "Hell's Angels," the story of his infiltration of the then-feared Hell's Angels motorcycle gang, an adventure that got him savagely beaten.


"Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" is the apocryphal tale of a wild, drug-fuelled weekend spent in the desert gambling hub of Las Vegas by protagonist Raoul Duke, a thinly-disguised version of Thompson.





The adventure was recreated in a 1998 Hollywood film starring Johnny Depp.

The stories of Thompson's heady experiences earned him a popular reputation as a wild-living, hard-drinking, LSD-crazed writer bent on self-destruction.

His other works include "Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72," a collection of articles he wrote for Rolling Stone magazine while covering the election campaigns of then-president Richard Nixon and his opponent, Senator George McGovern.



February 23rd, 2005 12:22 AM
MrPleasant Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas.

Has it been five years? Six? It seems like a lifetime - the kind of peak that never comes again.

San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. But no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there, and alive, in that corner of time in the world. Whatever it meant.

There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda.

There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right - that we were winning. And that, I think, was the handle. That sense of inevitable victory over the forces of old and evil. Not in any mean or military sense - we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting - on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave.

So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look west. And with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high water mark - that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.

(H.S.T.)
[Edited by MrPleasant]
February 23rd, 2005 12:48 AM
glencar Suicide is for pussies. I liked this guy but his final act sucked. GR.
February 23rd, 2005 01:05 AM
MrPleasant IN MEMORIAM HUNTER S THOMPSON 1937-2005

Monday, 21 February 2005

Like many another writer, Hemingway did his best work when he felt he was standing on something solid - like an Idaho mountainside, or a sense of conviction.
Perhaps he found what he came here for, but the odds are huge that he didn't. He was an old, sick, and very troubled man, and the illusion of peace and contentment was not enough for him - not even when his friends came up from Cuba and played bullfight with him in the Tram. So finally, and for what he must have thought the best of reasons, he ended it with a shotgun.

Hunter S Thompson, What Lured Hemingway to Ketchum?

National Observer, 25th May 1964; reprinted in The Great Shark Hunt, 1979.

http://www.jigsawlounge.co.uk/film/content/view/99/1/
[Edited by MrPleasant]
February 23rd, 2005 05:04 AM
lotsajizz
quote:
glencar wrote:
Suicide is for pussies. I liked this guy but his final act sucked. GR.



walk a mile in his shoes and then your opinion might be more than shit...there are many times when suicide is not only not wrong, but positively the right thing to do
February 23rd, 2005 10:12 AM
Nasty Habits
quote:
FPM C10 wrote:


Thank you for writing that, Nasty. I was groping for words to express my nearly boundless sense of loss, and America's loss of yet another irreplaceable genius - but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have come up with anything as absolutely apropos.

Meet you in Vegas.

Damn you Dr. Thompson - we need you now more than ever. Nixon was a cub scout compared to the swine we're saddled with now.

RIP



Spent a couple of hours in Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail last night by way of paying my respects. Not his most artistic book, not his funniest book, but probably his smartest book. I found myself rearranging the faces and giving them all another name. It was chillingly apropos to the '04 election as well as the '72, especially the general ineptitude of the McGovern campaign. Change McGovern to Kerry and the writing was always on the wall.

Beer, I love me some damn She Said Yeah from Australia '66! Feedback heaven!
February 23rd, 2005 10:17 AM
Martha A friend passed this on to me today.........

Hunter In His Own Words
Posted Tuesday, February 22, 2005

by karger
Thanks to all for the kind notes of condolence of the death of a mentor, Hunter S. Thomposon, and it is good to know that I am not alone in grieving. For those of you who are too young, or didn't know Hunter's work, here are some of his own words from various stories, essays, and novels.
Selah.

Hunter S Thompson on work ...

"Absolute truth is a very rare and dangerous commodity in the context of professional journalism."

"The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There's also a negative side."

"Publishers are notoriously slothful about numbers, unless they're attached to dollar signs - unlike journalists, quarterbacks, and felony criminal defendants who tend to be keenly aware of numbers at all times."

"I have no taste for either poverty or honest labour, so writing is the only recourse left for me."

"I've always considered writing the most hateful kind of work. I suspect it's a bit like fucking, which is only fun for amateurs. Old whores don't do much giggling."

"I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours."

... on America ...

"America: just a nation of two hundred million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns and no qualms about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable."

"We cannot expect people to have respect for law and order until we teach respect to those we have entrusted to enforce those laws."

"We have become a Nazi monster in the eyes of the whole world - bullies and bastards who would rather kill than live peacefully. We are whores for power and oil with hate and fear in our hearts."

... lifestyle advice ...

"Going to trial with a lawyer who considers your whole lifestyle a crime-in-progress is not a happy prospect."

"The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb grey hairs."

"He that is taught only by himself has a fool for a master."

"Anytime there's a big sporting event, go to either the winning or losing town; there'll be riots in both of them. Riots are fun."

"Avoid being seized by the police. The cops are not your friends. Don't tell them anything."

"Have an objective to give your bender a theme. For instance, stalking and killing a wild pig with a bowie knife."

"Register at a hotel under a pseudonym, and then rent two convertibles - a Porsche and a green Cadillac - so you can switch cars when things start to go bad. Be sure to launch one of these cars off a steep hill."

"Don't have sex in the lobby - it's usually awkward."

"Call on God, but row away from the rocks."

... and finally ...

"The Edge ... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over."

"For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled."

"A word to the wise is infuriating."

"When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro."

"Some may never live, but the crazy never die."

And my favorite . . .

"San Fransisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run... There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda... You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning... And that, I think, was the handle -- that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting -- on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark -- that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back."
------------------------------------------------------------------------

Mistah Thompson, He Dead
Posted Monday, February 21, 2005
by karger

August 8, 1996.
I remember that day.

Hunter S. Thompson wrote Timothy Leary’s epitaph:

“I will miss Tim Leary - not for his wisdom or his beauty or his warped lust for combat or because of his wealth or his power or his drugs, but mainly because I won't hear his laughing voice on my midnight telephone anymore. Tim usually called around 2. It was his habit - one of many that we shared, and he knew I would be awake.

“Tim and I kept the same hours. He believed, as I do, that ‘after midnight, all things are possible.’

“Just last week he called me on the phone at 2:30 in the morning and said he was moving to a ranch in Nicaraugua in a few days and would fax me the telephone number. Which he did. And I think he also faxed it to Dr. Kesey.

“Indeed. There are many rooms in the mansion. And Tim was familiar with most of them. We will never know the range of his fiendish vision, or the many lives he was sucked into by his savage and unnatural passions.

“We sometimes disagreed, but in the end we made our peace. Tim was a Chieftain. He Stomped on the Terra, and he left his elegant hoof prints on all our lives.
“He is forgotten now but not gone. We will see him soon enough. Our tribe is now smaller by one. Our circle is one link shorter. And there is one more name on the honor roll of pure warriors who saw the great light and leapt for it.”

------------------------------------------------------------------------



February 23rd, 2005 11:17 AM
FPM C10
quote:
glencar wrote:
Suicide is for pussies. I liked this guy but his final act sucked. GR.



I ordinarily agree. Not in the case of Dr. Thompson. His final act was perfect - as long as his ashes actually ARE shot from a cannon.

Rest in Pieces, HST
February 23rd, 2005 12:22 PM
Martha Hey...I wanna be shot out of AC/DC's cannon during their next tour.....alive though. I could carry Hunter's ashes in an urn or bong whichever, as I fly through the air...hopefully landing on a ROCKS OFF compadre'......positioned in the audience (this may need some staging and rehearsal time before we try it live) do you think he'd like that sort of farewell?

:-)
February 23rd, 2005 12:49 PM
Martha
Suicide is, in my opinion a right, one that I feel I have personally. I don't understand why so many people judge the choice os suicide so harshly. It makes more sense to me to open up a dialogue on this subject (without already harshly condemning the choice), rather than tearing apart those who have for whatever their personal reasons were for taking this step. I think the choice of committing suicide whether or not I like it or agree with it personally, should be respected.

Here's a thought or two on suicide and depression.

"Real suicide is an act of desperate self-empowerment." Susun S. Weed

"Those who have suffered most greatly often speak, with reticence, of the moment when pain and depression ceased to dominate, and quietness came--whenever the persecutors lost their power and became objects of pity. All human beings hold that living silence, that well of peace, at the core of their being." Pam Brown
February 23rd, 2005 01:00 PM
Factory Girl I remember when a friend's friend committed suicide. He must have only been 19 or 20. She was having a rough time with his death, and I suggested that she speak to a pastor to try & make sense of her friend's demise.

The pastor told her that The friend used a permanent solution to solve a temporary problem.

I think suicide is hardest on those left behind.
February 23rd, 2005 01:13 PM
Martha
quote:
Factory Girl wrote:
I remember when a friend's friend committed suicide. He must have only been 19 or 20. She was having a rough time with his death, and I suggested that she speak to a pastor to try & make sense of her friend's demise.

The pastor told her that The friend used a permanent solution to solve a temporary problem.

I think suicide is hardest on those left behind.



I agree with you FG. Anyone's death no matter how it takes place, is always hardest on those left behind.

BTW, I am still waiting on a disc before I send out your package.

peace,
M
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