Silly Thinking

A Special Edition of our Internet Award Winning Feature: “ A Few Moments With Dead Celebrities”.

A Few Moments With… Hunter S. Thompson.

Here is your host: Dead Announcer.



DA: Good evening and welcome to this Special Edition of “A Few Moments With Dead Celebrities”.
Tonight a man who was one of the best Political Pundits and writers of his generation. A wild and very funny man, the man who the phrase “Gonzo Journalism” was invented for: Hunter S. Thompson.
Good evening Mister Thompson.


HST: Hi. Hi ya. What’s that?



DA: What’s what?


HST: That talking squirrel that was your left shoe.
And tell him “no, I don’t” and to stop asking.



DA: OK. Hunter Thompson, why did you decide to leave so soon? You left to early.


HST: What the fuck are you talking about?



DA: Your suicide. Why?


HST: I thought the gun was a phone.
Look buddy, there are two Hunter’s. The public guy, the one Bill Murray and Depp tried to play, piles of crap by the way, the one you all think you knew from reading from my shit. And then there was Hunter, at home.
The public Hunter, the one your talking to, is still alive and ready to party. It was that depressed bore at home that died.



DA: Well…


HST: Fuck, this hurts me as well as him.



DA: Was he really in that much pain?


HST: No. He just fucked around. He really couldn’t take the drugs that much. I had a ball. He got paranoid and depressed.
The carpet could eat you right now.



DA: I’ll be careful. So, do you think the drugs killed him in the long run?


HST: Evidently it was bad mescaline and a handgun. What the fuck was I… was he doing with a handgun?



DA: So it was an accident, a misunderstanding?


HST: I’ll tell you sir, I really don’t know what got into him. We talked about this all the time. It was a bummer. I would be cruising along having a great time and he wanted to talk about death.
I mean I like the guy so I’d try to talk it out of him but it was an endless pit of shit and despair.
Darkness is so black. It’s just black. You can’t see your hand in front of your face. Just black.



DA: Did Hunter S. Thompson just fall into depression and darkness?


HST: I’ll ask him when I see him.



DA: Thank you. Goodnight.


HST: Your green again.

ST could eat you right now.