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Sunday, August 21, 2005

Goodbye, Mr. Trips.

The Wailing Wall of the Freak Kingdom

In what was arguably Aspen's hottest party invite of the year, the cremated remains of Gonzo journalist Hunter S. Thompson were shot into the air yesterday in a pyrotechnic display of more than 30 fireworks missles. Johnny Depp footed the oh-dear-god $2.5 million bill racked up by the booze-saturated memorial, which included guests John Kerry and Bill Murray. Then there's this guy:

'John Zoren flew in Friday night from Los Angeles, rented a car in Denver and drove 200 miles to Woody Creek without gaining access to the official festivities.

"Hunter would storm the gates," Zoren said. "He wouldn't stand for these greedheads. It's the Hollywood celebrities who have taken over his legacy and locked people out." '


Right on, dude.

If I had enough money to spend $2.5 million on a friend's memorial service, I most certainly would have included nude dancing girls in cages, giant lizards on leashes, and hundreds of bats released at dusk, terrorizing the party-goers as they swooped and scratched at their hair and eyes.

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