Warren Zevon died last night at the age of 56. We all knew it was coming, as he had been diagnosed with mesolethemia but it's still sad to hear.
When I was a kid, one of my favorite songs was "Werewolves of London." (I do suppose I was a little weirdo.) Later as an adult, I sought others. Zevon had this wonderful sardonic, dark sense of humor about life, death, and politics. He was also a man who was not afraid to reach into the beehive and pull out an angry, buzzy wad of truth. We needed him much more than he ever needed us.
Good night, Mr. Zevon. Sleep well - you've deserved it.
8:29:10 PM 
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