Happy Hunting Ground

Hunter has died.
It's strange. The death of my drug-heroes have been relayed to be my Internet now for the past three years. Kesey died three years ago. (Four? I think it was closer to three.) I believe he had just been published in Rolling Stone, writing about the New War (as CNN was still calling it) looking a lot like the old. I was up late, roaming the back-alleys of the Web, when I got a breaking news email all about it.

Now I roam blogs, and that's where I heard about this.
Free at last.

Thought I should mention it. The man himself, Poet Laureate of the Weird.