When the going gets wierd, the wierd turn pro.

We'll miss you, Doc.

I caught a glimpse of it on msn.com. You know, where they post all their news articles. I wasn't sure I'd seen what I thought I'd seen. But it's true. The Doctor of Gonzo Journalism apparently shot himself Sunday. He was 67.

why is it the writers I really dig live such troubled lives? There was a joke in my Development of the American Novel class that if you wanted to be a writer you needed to be an alcoholic. I think the only fave author of mine that's still with us is Clive Barker. I mean, OK, Stephen King's put out a few jems, but... Ida know. Where's this going? Guess I'll stop while I'm ahead.

It never got weird enough for me either.