Demise of Naked Guy

The year is 1993. I travel to Berkeley, CA to visit a friend over spring break and go skiing in Tahoe. My friend, Jasper, has some last minute business on campus, so I spend the afternoon following him around the infamous campus. We saw a few of the colorful characters who make Bezerkeley what it is: Rick Starr (the wanna-be bar singer who serenades co-eds by a large gate adjacent to the free-speech zone) and the Angry Guy (also popular in the free-speech area). Then as Jasper went into an administrative office, I sat on a bench outside the building. Just sitting there, minding my own business, when a guy jogged by. He was wearing a hooded sweatshirt and tennis shoes. And nothing else. Upon Jasper's return, I was informed that this was the "Naked Guy." Apparently he is also a fixture at Berkeley -- seen just about everywhere. (Ponder that phrase for a moment.)

Well, I recount this experience because I recently read on another blog that the Naked Guy met a tragic end. I don't mean to be humorous at his expense, but I don't suppose he went around naked in order to avoid attention. I suppose some lessons about human nature can be learned from this, like, maybe public nudity isn't normal behavior.