Gerard is what Hunter Thompson should have been by now, and I really wonder if HT didn't know that better than anyone, and took his own life because of it. Check out this pathetic tale of his funeral by John Cusack on Arianna Huffington's new blog:
Went to Hunter S. Thompson's memorial service in Aspen. The next day, we went to Owl Farm -- which remained untouched since Hunter's death two weeks before. The sun was shining and gunfire echoed as friends and family gathered and shot targets on the lawn. Norman Greenbaum's "Spirit in the Sky" booming. Books, notes, numbers, pills, bullets, totems and talismans everywhere. Outside his wife offered liquid acid to people in the driveway. In the kitchen where he took his life, a huge American flag overlooked his suicide. He was looking right at it.
I pray that Cusack isn't implying that the flag made him do it. That we didn't live up to his expectations, so he had to kill himself. Love your movies, dude, but enough with your sad, self-loathing philosophy.
What a pathetic way to celebrate the disaster that was Thompson's life, and by disaster I mean the fact that he never grasped that drugs, guns and permanent adolescence aren't an answer to anything. Some people never grow up, I guess.