virus and loathing in steamboat springs

hunter s. thompson is dead.
he took his life with a shotgun to the head.

yes, i choose to trivialize his life and work with a rhyming couplet. but mostly because i'm pissed off. what an asshole. there are no more freak flags to fly in the roaring fork valley. this crazy, gun-loving iconoclast was the last link to aspen's funky past. now it's all mink coats, sheepskin boots, and million dollar skier contracts. with thompson gone, that valley lost what little bit of soul it had left.

i'll miss him.

in other news, i'm still sick. this f%*king sucks. 3 times this winter. getting in a couple hours here or there at work, but mostly it's movies and couch time at home. i wouldn't wish this on anyone.

well, i might wish it on paris hilton. and maybe that jen girl from abc's "the bachelorette." but that's it.