This is Alyssa- writing from Scotland.

This is a sad day.

I am very sorry to report that last night, around 7:00 PM, Kirk Thomson took his own life.

He sent me an email along with his password so he could have me post his final message. He wanted me to let you know how much he appreciated all of your comments, encouragements and support, but the incident when he escaped from his cage scared him too much, and he felt that suicide was the only way to be sure he wouldn't hurt or infect others.

I have known a lot of werewolves in my time, but Kirk was one of the finest. He dealt with his affliction with courage, strength, and a sense of humor that is rare. Perhaps most importantly, he maintained his moral compass, something that many are not strong enough to do. He did not deserve this fate, and I would like to take this opportunity to let you know that in my eyes, he was more than a werewolf.

He was a man, and he wanted to die one.

Which, although it is hard, makes sense.

I know that he is in a better place.

In accordance with his wishes, this entire blog, and all comments will be delivered to his parents so that they might know what he was going through, and that it wasn't their fault. If you have comments you would like to add about Kirk the man, the blog in general, or anything you feel his parents might like to read, I suggest you do so after this post, as in a week's time, I will be freezing the comments section entirely so I can deliver the entire body of writing to Kirk's family as a completed record.

Now, I present to you the last words of Kirk Thomson- irreverant though they may be, they are Kirk, and he wanted you to see them. God bless you Kirk. You will be missed. Here is what he wrote:


Well.
Here we are.

The end of the ride.

As I'm sure Alyssa has explained, I have made the decision to take my own life tonight, which is a tough decision to make. As you are reading this, I will already be dead, which is sort of creepy. It's kind of like I'm a ghost right now.

Boo!

Ha. Sorry about that.

Anyway, I don't want to get maudlin about this, or get all weepy, I feel like my last post pretty much covered that, but the fact is, I don't want to be a killer. Unfortunately, that's the hand I've been dealt, and whether I hurt anyone or not on the night I got of the cage, the fact remains that I could have, and it's simply not realistic to assume that I'll be able to avoid doing it in the future. Worse than killing someone perhaps, was the possibility that I could infect others with this disease, and cause another human being the same angst that I have gone through since last September.

But fuck all that- this is my last post, so I'd like to say some thank yous. First off, to everyone who linked to me- Amy at Kangatopia, All the live journal guys, Girls are Pretty, Fanatical Apathy, Rick's Cafe American, Winner of the SAT, Memepool, Nycbloggers, Catharsis 101, Confessions of a G33K, Voodoo Madness, Liam Mceaneany, Andres du Bouchet, Kyria Abrahams, Dan McCoy, Monkeyfilter, Stray Pride Day, Grkgrl88, Liadnan, Hunterdane, HappyRobot, Pjammer, the Metro newspaper, and everybody else- if I forgot you, I'm sorry, but I'm killing myself over here, and spending my last hours on earth combing through the referrals on my sitemeter seems like an asine way to shuffle off this mortal coil.

But honestly, thank all of you who thought my little story was worth passing on to a friend. Having an audience for this thing kept me going, and I appreciate all of you.

Even you creepy zooskool fucks. I suppose if coming to my blog delayed you for even a few minutes on your quest to jerk off to jpegs of some girl swallowing the red rocket of a cocker spaniel, well then, I guess I've done SOME good.

And most of all, thanks to Alyssa and Dan, who were my allies and friends.

Danny Boy, maybe I'll be right next to you in that iPod, who knows.

Either way, I oughta sign off if I'm gonna kick it before the Pope. And I'm not shitting on the Pope, I'm just saying that he's gonna get a hell of a lot of press, which might push me to the side a little bit. Sort of like when Robert Mitchum died the day before Jimmy Stewart.

OK- I guess it's nothing like that at all.

I guess the good part is I'm gonna die without witnessing the dissapointment of how shitty the third Star Wars prequel will be. If only this had happened pre-Jar Jar. It woulda been nice to see the Bruins win the cup, too. Of course, I got the Sox in the World Series, which is better than a lot of New England Sports fans got. All things considered, I can't bitch about how what I got to see in sports. And who knows, maybe I will get to see some of those things, you know, if I come back as a ghost. Stranger things have happened.

Rest assured, if you were a fan of this blog, and I do return as a ghost, I will visit you. If you happen to be an attractive female, I will probably be getting to you first, ideally when you are showering. The rest of you I'll get around to when I can.

Ahh well- now I'm just rambling. I guess this is it.

Thank you and Goodbye.

I love you all, and I'm sorry.

Kirk Thomson.
1973-2005