R.I.P

Just then we heard car doors slamming outside the trailer, a loud knocking on the front doorand a gruff voice shouting,"Open up! Police!"
Leach grabbed a snub-nosed .44 Magnum out of a shoulder holster inside his bathrobe and fired two shots through the front door. "You bitch ", he screamed. "I should have killed you years ago."
He fired two more shots,laughing calmly. Then he turned to face me and put the barrel of the gun in his mouth. He hesitated for a moment,staring directly into my eyes. Then he pulled the trigger and blew off the back of his head.

-Hunter S. Thompson,
Death of a Poet