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Hunter S. Thompson shot himself tonight.

Christ.

And now, my reaction after thinking about that last post for awhile...

I can only imagine what caused him to do it. There's no telling exactly what serves to push you over the edge of the Abyss that you're gazing into - or what reaches up from its depths to pull you in, only that it happens.

I've stared into that Abyss. It's been years, but I can still remember how it felt to have that weight, phantom or no, crushing down on you, and to wonder if it might just not be best to say "I quit," and lean far enough forward to drop in. Never did, though.

That small bloody-minded part of me always kept me standing on the ledge, no matter how far along it I went.

It's been many years since I looked there, but I still remember. Rest in peace, Hunter. May you find whatever peace you lost.