A short allegorical
note from Gonzo before he killed himself:
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.
Everyone is different and we don't know what anyone's life is like before we walk a mile in their shoes. But, I hope to never get to the point where I make this decision. I hope to grow old and be relatively healthy enough to keep posting random thoughts on the internet and play catch with my dog until I'm no longer able.
