CNN reports on a note found on HST’s desk, written four days before his death and left in a sealed envelope for his wife Anita. Thompson was in pain from numerous ailments, including a hip replacement and a broken leg.
The note, entitled “Football Season Is Over”, reads:
“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.”
Jesus.
[For the pedantic: Thompson's actual last word was "Counselor", typed in the middle of the page on the typewriter that was next to his body. There's an article speculating as to why at Raw Story.]
My own piece on HST’s death is here; Nathan Cain’s review of Fear And Loathing In America and Screwjack here
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I’m getting more tha a bit tired of the legend of Thompson’s heroism in the face of his apparently insufferable physical pain.
I was afflicted with rheumatoid arthritis at age eight. I had bilateral hip joint replacement surgery when I was 15-the youngest person in the United States to have the procedure at that time (1972). I suffer from Sjogren’s Syndrome, my spine is fused, my left knee doesn’t bend, etc.
Who’s crying for poor widdle me? Not that I’m asking for anyone to. Just trying to put Thompson into perspective.