"I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me."

Forty-eight hours on my own and the descent into hell has begun. Have begun addressing the plants by their full Prussian-court honorifics. Weekend project: redecorating office with stiletto heel, penny nails and ratty pink boa.

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Last weekend, friends and family of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson gathered at his home to send the old dervish off in true gonzo style.

If you're looking for a soulless summary of the event, Robert Weller's AP article is full of the usual superfluous tripe that inevitably fills fluff pieces on legends better left undiscussed, but it gets the main point across.

Oh, and this rare and true piece of mutant art is Steadman's tribute to the man, the myth, the monster.

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A while back, Garry Trudeau eulogized Thompson in his own unique way and gave a little back to the character who gave him so much inspiration. Check it: