Annie Liebowitz in her book At Work, says that:
Hunter sweated a lot. When he wasn’t sweating he was screaming that we wasn’t sweating and he thought he was dying.
From the Washington Post, the note Thompson sent to his wife four days before his suicide:
“No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won’t hurt.”
With a sort of cryptic, ironic, metaphorical hilarity, he took a black marker and titled the note: “Football Season Is Over.”
Dammit, Hunter. Just dammit.
[…] pal Scott and his confreres at ye olde parts selling shoppe. I used to do this stuff myself. I also used to sniff starter fluid to get high. Neither is good for you in the long run. Scott does not sniff starter fluid. But he is willing […]