He'd often have a football and throw it to people yelling about he could kill everyone around before they could do anything about it because he was in 'Nam. I never knew the whole truth about him, he could have been just a more psychotic version of Walter Sobchack or the real deal or a hippy who never served or someone who wanted to but wasnt let in. Who knows? He was def a type of free form social art, though. For whatever he was, he was a character, unique, and unabashedly and unapologetically nuts. There was a sin curve in his behaviour too; I've had bizarrely sober and cognizant moments with him just to hear a week later him spout out the most vulgar nasty shit you wouldn't even find in a porn horror film. SF has lost a lot of these kinds of people. It's kind of sad.
