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That's how it happened. The football season was over. I lived a long time. Too long. Even a young wife wasn't enough to keep me alive. I've already done everything I wanted to. And I dared. This wasn't fun anymore. I wasn't fun. I decided my fate, like always. It was easy, it didn't hurt. And you don't shoot just anyone into the sky with a cannon. Poet's Note. Hunter S. Thompson was the father of gonzo journalism

I am one of the few who have hanged themselves after they were dead, and whose brains have been missing. They could hardly contain their emotions  when they let them examine the brains of our terrorists, like the Nazis did back in the day. They wanted to know why we became violent. Why do we even have to ask that? They would have looked around. And they would know why a star journalist became a terrorist. Poet´s note. Ulrike Meinhof was a RAF-terrorist.

I fled to Paris, because I didn't want to be a star. I was a poet, not a clown who makes money for others. I couldn't escape myself either, I died in a bathtub, so the story goes. At last I was clean, clean from a life, which was too much for me. My death is true, the rest is a story, and that's what I like. Now I lie for eternity as the object of a national pilgrimage, believe it or not, I am a poet, not a star. Poet´s note. Jim Morrison was one of the most famous rockstars. 

Some say Elvis is not dead, but I did die, just later than my brother. My death may not have been fit for a king, but I lived like a king, extravagantly, fast, women, cars, splendor, I offered them to others without asking for payment. All I really loved was singing. I died alone, extravagantly, without love, as befits a king.  

I bled dry in a famous people's hotel with a knife and a baby in my belly. I always knew I would die before I turned twenty-one, and when I did, I would die famous. I was the blonde black bride of punk, Nancy Spungen. I don't remember who killed me, I was too crazy, but they say it was Sid. I was crazy, unpredictable and violent. So was Sid. We brought out the worst in each other. Our love could only end badly. Yeah, that madness and heroin.