Buk was a guy we "all" (all us "hippie types" in N Orange Co) knew of and FEARED (because he would actually THROW stuff at us or belch/vomit on us) in the 60's early 70's....he didn't seem to need anyone or anything except for booze....and SOMEONE to LISTEN, even though they didn't UNDERSTAND.....and OF COURSE "we" were "so" beyond that....witnessed him "read" and RANT many times in S LA Co and Hollywood (the Troubador, The Rainbow Room and other places) and at a bowling alley near Cerritos CA (between LongBeach & Garden Grove-ROSSMORE LANES)...I was a surfer chick with a big appetite for LSD, and in 1970, Buk seemed to have the answers or at least the questions....for some reason he was tolerant of me and my girlfriends as we grouped round and acted "smart" and "interested".....and yes, those days did run like horses.....40 years later he STILL has the questions I can't answer....I miss those days....when FREE "papers" actually SAID "something" , when guys like Buk could actually SURVIVE on a crap day-job and a column in the Free Press, and when young silly girls like me could actually experience GREATNESS