a history of me

I feel compelled to mention the apparent suicide of Hunter S. Thompson although I cannot offer much information or even a rational explanation as to why I feel compelled to say anything at all. Sure, I read Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and saw the movie as well, but I'll be damned if I can say I understood either.

I guess what hits me the most is the notion that he killed himself. That just seems contrary to every image I had of him. He seemed like a guy who would live a unusually long time (considering how many drugs he must have taken) and I expected him to be writing right up until the very end.

Changing the subject entirely, it's snowing in Albany and has been since last night. It's quite beautiful, although it figures that the biggest snowfall I've seen this year comes smack in the middle of a four-day weekend. I was going to move my car this weekend from the uptown lot to the nearby lot which is suddenly empty because everyone else went home. However, I don't feel like digging out my car with my windshield scraper.