Mid-day Thoughts

2:49 p.m.; the soma is starting to take effect. To make work possible, I'm also digesting 2 exedrines, mostly for the caffeine, if not also for the mild association with my long-lost vicodin.

How better to salute the master than to gently Imbibe?

Tonite, however, there will be nothing gentle about it.

I'm transcribing here now my fictionalized account of the phone conversation between my lovely Julie and her mother only hours ago:

"Hi, Mom; have you seen the news this morning? Did you hear that Hunter Thompson died? He killed himself."

"Oh I didnt hear that. Who was he again?"

"Jesus, Mom, he's my favorite writer. I've been talking about him for the past 20 years. I'm really upset about this."

"I'm sorry, dear. Did the news say why he did it?"

"BECAUSE HE'S A WRITER, MOM! Listen, I have to go."

click.

"OK, I love you, dear. Thanks for calling."

- posted by seanmh @ 2:54 PM