Life is so weird.
One moment I'm sitting in People's Park smoking a cigarette while Hate Man is pushing shoulders with some street freak. Just one more mundane moment in my strange life. . . And then later it becomes a photo in some prestigious newspaper (the Guardian) that eventually becomes a weird part of underground history.
I guess that's just how it works.
https://www.theguardian.com/.../berkeley-hate-man-dies...
Duncan, Hate Man, Backwords
Probably 1993. At La Botega Café on Telegraph.... We were probably up to something.