Hate Man had a lot of different faces that he presented to the world. This is probably how I most remember him. Sitting there in the middle of his self-created word. Surrounded by all of his stuff, all well-organized. A look of contentment and bemusement on his face, like he’s just sitting there grooving and enjoying the whole experience of being himself. And ready to play his part in the next wrinkle in the game of life, whatever that might be.
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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