Hunter S Thompson memorial -
Kris Overstreet
(redneck
at wlpcomics.com)
Now look, if Fleurity
asks, I never said none of this. I'll deny it to Asmodeus' face, you got me?
He died stone cold sober. He was sick of the drugs,
sick of the booze, and sick of a world that didn't appreciate him, and he
decided to check out. I had to really work to get all those chemicals into him
for the coroner to find. I almost called in one of Saminga's nitwits to
reanimate him long enough for the stuff to take, but somehow I got it all into
him by myself.
I ought to have got something from Fleurity, or maybe Kronos. Yeah. Hunter Thompson didn't
just meet his Fate - offing himself after linking alternative journalism
irrevocably to illegal drugs - he made his Fate glamorous. That movie with
Johnny Depp did more for drugs than ten government
just-say-no films. People are going to say that he went out the way he wanted
to, stoned off his gourd. Not a bad way to go, they'll say; at least he didn't
have to stick around for Medicare, Depends, and walkers with tennis balls stuck
on the feet.
Nothin'. I got jack shit from the
bosses... well, strictly speaking that's not true, I
got another job from 'em. There's this new kid
singer, just beginning to get hot, and I'm assigned to write her E! True
And HIM? I can't believe a cruddy
little human could land on his feet so thoroughly. Fleurity's
got him writing for the Shal-Mari Head, the Drug
Prince's weekly tabloid. Lucifer and Kobal have given
him a License- he can say anything, write anything, with impunity. They're
talking about sending him to Stygia to cover the Demopublican Irrational Convention, just to see what he'll
say next.
Of course, my buddy the Fate demon says that the guy
was so sick of writing, sick of drugs, and sick of politics that all this
adulation and privilege is probably a worse Hell than just sticking him in the
opium dens and milking him for Essence.
But he's a Balseraph.
Besides, what does he know about
Thompson?
- Redneck