"I was standing around waiting for the Nostrils to play when one of the smaller guests came over to say hello. With his black brothel creepers, spiky black hair, dark blue socks, skin-tight latex trousers, and layers of studded belts and wristbands he looked as if he'd stepped from the cover of a UK punk album. I don't remember if he introduced himself as Chi Pig or Ken but I've always known him as Chi Pig. Standing five-foot-one and weighing maybe 110 pounds with a case of beer in each hand, I figured he was either fleet of foot or totally insane. Chi's manner of dress wouldn't be considered extreme these days but back then he must have been a fist magnet for every jock, redneck, and construction worker in town. I admired his bravery and thought he looked great. "