No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun -- for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax -- This won't hurt.
Scrawled in black marker, it was appropriately titled "Football Season Is Over."
At the bottom of the page, Hunter drew a happy heart, the kind found on Valentine's cards. Four days later, on February 20th, he committed suicide by firing his pistol into his mouth.
Yes, I would say he is cynical, but funny and articulate too.
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The best suicide note.....
No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun -- for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax -- This won't hurt.
Scrawled in black marker, it was appropriately titled "Football Season Is Over."
At the bottom of the page, Hunter drew a happy heart, the kind found on Valentine's cards. Four days later, on February 20th, he committed suicide by firing his pistol into his mouth.
Yes, I would say he is cynical, but funny and articulate too.
When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.
Sometimes a lie can bring you closer to the truth; thus, fiction.
That list didn't scratch the surface of the doctor of gonzo.
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