No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun – for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax – This won’t hurt.
― Hunter S.Thompson’s suicide letter (via rocknrollsoul)
Posted on Friday, February 17th at 10:20AM with 14 notes
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