Sigh. I'm surprised by the news (NYT article) that Hunter S. Thompson has died by his own hand. Apparently his fortified compound near Woody Creek couldn't keep the most insidious of his demons at bay.
There are only five writers who I would claim have influenced my personal and professional life, and now with the passing of the Doctor, only one remains living. I don't know if this makes me old or under-read, but it certainly makes me sad. The others that have shuffled off this mortal coil are Edward Abbey, Walter Gibson, and Abbie Hoffman.