I had many a great laugh reading Hunter through the years. Fear and Loathing is a brilliant work. I always understood through his musings (fictional or not) that, although he admitted to using drugs and alcohol to escape, he had a strong enough constitution to walk away from any of those issues. To hear that he blew his brains out dropped him off my list of admired people. Such a weak, selfish and thoughtless way to solve his problems. Did he ever think "Man, my son is probably going to walk in here, find me dead and see my brains splattered all over that wall. I wonder how that will affect the rest of his life?"