One night I came around the corner of a third abno and it was snowing.

There was Billy outside, shoveling snow away from his door and he was wearing a pair

of boots like rubber boots because it was freezing and he was completely butt-naked and

in the middle of the street and shoveling away.

He was very free, I guess.

Didn't give it fuck about anybody else or what they thought.

He was confrontational, brash and he also had a really big heart.

This is Robbie Bowman, a musician friend of Billy's and the guy who went to the morgue

with my mom to identify Billy's body.

I went with Billy's very close friend, Robbie Bowman, to the medical examiner.

He took a cab up to the city morgue, I'd never been there before and they brought us down

stairs and there was a window with curtain and they opened the curtain and he was there.

He had a covering from his hairline up, there was some sort of covering and there was

a blanket from his neck down.

We were seeing him in profile and I remember thinking how hard it is to recognize somebody

without their hair and without seeing them standing up.

You know, your mother recognized him and so I said I did too.

What's your experience of his shooting and the eventual death?

It was fishy from the start but I was told that the police broke in, there's one guy

right and shoot them.

Now why did he shoot them?

I don't know but it seemed more like an execution to me and you know, I don't think anybody

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