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http://www.aspendailynews.com/

We got up this morning, fixin Bustelo coffee and steamed milk.
I open the paper and there it is, even here in St. Pete. Dr Gonzo shot himself. And we had to tell my wife's son, who has long upheld the Doctor as an epiphany of the real American Dream.....and now I wonder what throes of sadness he will have to wallow through.

Angry, sure I am. I am a survivor on a mission. I can tell you the depths of despair are only doorways to even more wondrous perceptions.

Yes I believe in euthanasia, but not youth in Asia, and I know the Doctor was less than non-plussed about the fear and loathing that he was feeling about these times. So who can say? I am left wounded, because, like others of his countercultural ilk who died, from drugs to assassins to despair, he will be missed for the old folk-rocker he should have become.

If he was in pain, suffering, I could see it. I work closely with hospice a lot. Just a couple of weeks ago I spent a touching afternoon and on into the evening with a gentleman who was sitting by his wife, holding her hand, halfway to heaven already, treasuring the last moments of a 30 year tour as singers of gospel.
She had cancer and brain mets and had a stroke. He brought her to us knowing that she would die, unable to extend her suffering with feeding tubes, but allowing her to have intravenous nutrition.
I somehow assisted her off the IV, by letting the old man know that her blood glucose was climbing higher, needing increasingly more insulin to cover it, and she had started sweating and moaning with discomfort. So I stopped the Procalamine, started slow drip of plain saline, informed the doctor. We had turned her toward him. She was more comfortable also, with a bit of morphine. Last glance, he was stoically sitting there, into the dark, holding her hand, carressing her head.

I came as close to crying as I ever do in these situations, but I can tell you, with the Doctor, I feel regret. Real regret.

Dr Gonzo is gone
zo what ya gonna do?
I'm gonna make me a cup a cuban coffee
an paint th day Blue.


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man, i didn't know



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I just read it on NME's website: http://nme.com/news/111467.htm

I guess his book sales will be on the rise then?

No sympathy from the devil
Buy the ticket
take the ride.

Such a cop out.
I am dissappointed.
He gave up. But that's only me.

My step-son says HR had been laid up in bed for several months after back surgery, in constant pain, unable to write, so I can see the pressure building.

The paper said his wife went to work out at the gym, so he was alone when he shot himself. At least he had a family who loved him and he probably felt it all til the last.

Shit.

Here's to the great gonz!!!!


"We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold."



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thanks for the great pics, dave. I have the first one, but the second is real good, too. What I said about him having a real vision of the american dream wrapped in the flag yet beyond it.

http://www.dvorak.org/blog/?p=1428
This one has a touching set of responses from last night.

http://www.gonzo.org/
This one has a number of links.

No time to cry in our cocktails. Heft the glass, pick up the pen, go to the typewriter, the keyboard, grab the paint brush, the saxophone, the camera, take a deep breath and charge the goddamn world, confront it, record it, relay it, transform it. That's our task in the aftermath.

I feel regret. Real regret.

Dr Gonzo is gone
zo what ya gonna do?
I'm gonna make me a cup a cuban coffee
an paint th day Blue.

No sympathy from the devil
Buy the ticket
take the ride.

Such a cop out.
I am dissappointed.
He gave up. But that's only me.

I will go with wireman and have some sympathy for the devil
If I couldn't write anymore but i could still go fishing with one arm or one side of my brain I would hang in there for the sake of my student driver.
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"mama could never understand how the devil could lead a man to the pumpkin center barn dance"

to paint the day blue,
if I had a magic music machine I think some gospel music would work, yeah I heard the voice of pork chop say come un to me and rest

there it is:

whatdya do, man, whatdya do
when even that karmic law
of return
seems better than what taunts ya in your mirror

whatdya do

ya end it
ya just end

as if she could see his karma, thinking about fate, I believe that is the same as karma, but thing about no redemption, I have a smile while I write this because it so Nietzsche, that bastard "he who can not say there is no redemption is not fit to live"

This Opera about fate it would be my music now if I had it.
the only difference between me and HST is he had enough money to afford it.

Synopsis: Sophocles' Gospel at Colonus is re-conceived as parable-like sermons about fate and death. The Telson/Breuer work is set in a Black Pentecostal church. After years of wandering with his daughter, Antigone, suffering and repentant for his earlier sins done in innocence, Oedipus comes to Colonus, the holy resting place that has been promised for his death. The citizens of Colonus turn him away. His second daughter, Ismene, finds him with Antigone and brings Oedipus the prophet, that he shall now be blessed and anyone he blesses will also be blessed. He is instructed to pray to the gods he once offended. Theseus, King of Athens, hears his prayer and is moved by Oedipus' story. Oedipus and his daughters are welcomed to Colonus. Hearing this, Creon, King of Thebes, tries to bring Oedipus back to that city. Oedipus refuses to go, so Creon seizes Antigone and Ismene, but Theseus has the daughters returned. Oedipus' eldest son, Polyneices, comes for his father's blessing but is rebuffed. At his death, Oedipus passes on to Theseus alone his knowledge of life and his blessing. The final sermon reminds the congregation to mourn no more, for Oedipus has found redemption.http://www.operaamerica.org/encore/gospel.htm


when push comes to shove it is just cheaper to keep on living, dieing is so expensive. bitter

jimboloco my sense of humor is so sick it is off the scale when I make a crack about HST could afford suicide I am just making a sick joke, maybe an attemp for pity self pity as surfermike is always kicking my ass about.. Man a back ache just don't fucking get it in my book, although back pain does cut like a knife and after months or years I suppose it could wear ya down, seems like he could have strung himself on morphine does there come a point where it doesn't work anymore, Doreen is right about the shot gun or whatever it was. spalding gray maybe brain damage from car acciedent a border line case, and then there is freuds suicide,
HST he made me laugh, whatever a bardo he is in I hope it is a nice one.

Yes folks get used to morphine, dilaudid, whatever.

I had a fight with a nurse on another floor. The pain management doctor called me up to ask me to explain to her the patient had a huge tolerance. She was refusing the doc's orders. We had to transfer the dude to our unit for pain control.

Plus there are direct epidural infusions, with internal pumps. Leaves the sensorium clear. And good old pot, or whatever on the side.

He surely despaired at his declining condition.
But grace is always possible.

I keep gettin double posts today.
One is one too many.

this one is one too many for me to.

THe best thing I have read today was doreen to clay

IF YOU COMMIT SUICIDE I WILL KILL YOU.

That woman could do it too.

She kills me already.
With kindness.

I wonder what the memorial will be like for Thompson???? Will it be like the same as it was for Ginsberg????
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Perfect send off song for Hunter S. Thompson!!!! Viva Las Vegas by the Dead Kennedys!!!!
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