When the going gets weird, the weird kill themselves
February 21, 2005
Given his personna (both real and fiction), I expected Hunter S. Thompson to go out in a flashy manner like driving his car off a cliff at 100 miles-per-hour while hopped up on mescaline and crashing the White House gates and dying in a hail of gunfire from Secret Service weapons.
It starts with a single drop, then many drops and finally a cascade. Rain moved back into Southwestern Virginia Sunday. Some of it fell frozen to the ground, leaving a slick layer on the roads but the temperatures rose through the night and what continued to fall was just wet.