hst

i came home this evening and discovered that someone who means a great deal to me has died. hunter s. thompson was one of the few people i consider a true icon, and his passing fills me with feelings i'm uncertain i've ever had before regarding the death of another human being. actually, just to read back over that first sentance; to call him "someone who means a great deal to me" is vastly understated.

i want so badly to write more about this, but now is not the time. i am overrun, absolutely stupefied by this, and i cannot possibly express my feelings in the way that i would want to.