Succinct, cynical, scrawled in black marker pen and titled 'Football Season Is Over,' it was exactly what you'd expect the 67-year-old 'gonzo' journalist Hunter S. Thompson to write as a suicide note.
'No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun,' it read. 'No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring...Act your old age. Relax - this won't hurt.'
Four days after he'd written the missive, which was addressed to his wife, Anita, and signed with a happy heart, Thompson took his life by firing his .45 caliber pistol into his mouth.
The idiosyncratic author of 'Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas,' was alone in the kitchen of Owl Farm, his 'fortified compound' in Woody Creek, Colorado.
He had been on the phone to Anita, who was 35 years his junior, when he pulled the trigger and his body was discovered by Juan, his grown-up son from his first marriage.
