This evening Hunter S. Thompson killed himself. He was my kind of journalist. But he was also a drunk and he stuck a gun in his mouth. God have mercy on his soul.
“We’re your friends,” said my attorney. “We’re not like the others.”
This evening Hunter S. Thompson killed himself. He was my kind of journalist. But he was also a drunk and he stuck a gun in his mouth. God have mercy on his soul.
“We’re your friends,” said my attorney. “We’re not like the others.”
