Rolling Stone, the magazine that was home for years to Hunter S. Thompson, w503

It seems depression over the end of football season and the crankiness of old age were enough to send the famed gonzo journalist round the twist.

"No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won't hurt."