May he rest in peace.

Legendary US author Hunter S. Thompson, a sharp-witted icon of the 1960s counter-culture, has died of a self-inflicted gunshot wound, police said.

The 67-year-old writer and journalist, best-known for his 1971 book “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas,” apparently shot himself at his home in Woody Creek, in the western US state of Colorado.

California, Labor Day weekend… early, with ocean fog still in the streets, outlaw motorcyclists wearing chains, shades and greasy Levi’s roll out from damp garages, all-night diners and cast-off one-night pads in Frisco, Hollywood, Berdoo and East Oakland, heading for the Monterey peninsula, north of Big Sur.

The Menace is loose again, the Hell’s Angels, the hundred-carat headline, running fast and loud on the early morning freeway, low in the saddle, nobody smiles, jamming crazy through traffic and ninety miles an hour down the center stripe, missing by inches… like Genghis Khan on an iron horse, a monster steed with a fiery anus, flat out through the eye of a beer can and up your daughter’s leg with no quarter asked and none given; show the squares some class, give em a whiff of those kicks they’ll never know… Ah, these righteous dudes, they love to screw it on.