Hunter S. Thompson
I was sitting in a cigar bar. It was just me, the bartender and a friend of the bartender (both twenty-somethings). An older guy walks in and orders a Jack and coke. He puts money on the bar but the bartender asks him if he wants to start a tab.
"Sure," says the guy.
"What name should I put on the tab," asks the bartender.
"Hunter Thompson," replied the customer.
The bartender then turns away to walk to the other end of the bar to make the drink. "That went completely over his head," I say to the guy who just shrugs and says, "kids."
The exchange reminded me that I predicted that Hunter S. Thompson would be a forgotten man a few years after his death. Looks like I was right.