See ya, ya crazy fuck

So, Hunter S Thompson is dead. Sui­cide. Man­aged to sur­vive the drugs and the drink and the mad­ness and everything else and then shoots him­self. Good­bye, crazy dia­mond. You changed journ­al­ism. Not single­han­dedly, but you were one of them. You called it...

Closer

I am by no means well, at least not for any defin­i­tion of ‘well’ that excludes excru­ci­at­ing agony in the gums, but I am still fever-free and ton­sils are almost a normal colour. Back to the doctor tomor­row night for a check on these gums, but...