The birthday boy Hate Man — born September 26, 1936 — hanging out at the legendary Bench One on the Berkeley campus. Probably around 1992. Probably about 55 years old at the time. A relative youngster. Flashing a little tit. Sporting the one black shoe, one white shoe. Smoking a Virginia Slim — one in an endless line of Virginia Slims. . . They broke the mold when Hate Man was created. Natural style. Totally unique. In how he looked, thought, and related to people. One of the most social people I’ve ever met. Willing and eager to strike up a relationship and a friendship and a nemesis with virtually anybody. When Hate Man died at age 80, a lot of the spirit and soul of the Telegraph street scene died with him.
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Ace Backwords is a former cartoonist, writer and semi-normal human being. He's been sleeping in the bushes in the Berkeley hills for the last ten years with his four feral cats, Moo Cat, Fatty, Mini Scaredy and Micro Scaredy. Future plans include growing old and dying. Preferably in that order. View all posts by Ace Backwords