Long before he took himself out on a cold dark night in the Rocky Mountains, 17 years ago this week, Hunter S Thompson had been championing the underdog, the adventurer, the rebel with a cause, initially in a literary sense, then across his own eclectic range of subjects from the Hell’s Angels to Warren Zevon.
It was a sad and lonesome end for someone who never seemed to lose his youthful spirit, only for Thompson there was never any great value in the secure life, evident from this piece which wittingly showed up again this week, submitted to his school magazine, The Spectator, when he was 17-years-old.
“Security . . . what does this word mean in relation to life as we know it today? Let us visualise the secure man; in ge …