This is not trance related, but Hunter S. Thompson committed suicide Sunday night. He was a true hero to journalism and a down right fascinating character. I'm sure anyone who has read "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" or seen the movie will agree.... he was one cool motha focka and this is a sad end to one of the coolest people, I never got to meet....

"We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of uppers, downers, laughers, screamers... Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon."
--- Hunter S. Thompson, "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas".