Hunter S. Thompson was a multi-talented man: a novelist, a model, a journalist, co-creator of the TV show Nash Bridges, a politico and an irritant to nearly every Republican administration since Nixon. Also, he lived in a nifty bunker in Colorado, had attractive coeds for assistants, and shot bears from the porch.

He was an intense man who took the work seriously, but not himself. He had a great sense of humor and knew how to twist a phrase. Everywhere he was, controversy swirled.

Allegations of drug abuse dogged him throughout his career. Of which charges are myth and which are fact, no one was certain. Perhaps he proved that in massive quantities LSD is a vitamin.

Mr. Hunter S. Thompson was at the top of my want to meet list. Not certain if he would’ve shook my hand or punched me, and for some reason I don’t care. Whatever it might have been, it would’ve been vintage Gonzo.

They don’t make writers like him any more. They don’t make anyone like him. I doubt they will again.