He was a genius who loved to play the fool. He was a card-carrying member of the counterculture, yet one of his closest friends was born before World War I and was as establishment as they come. He took over campus buildings to protest the Vietnam War while adhering to the UCLA basketball code for dress and decorum. He lived a life that was simultaneously full of joy and full of pain.
He was shaped by those around him, so much so that one of his favorite lines was, “Thank you for my life,” but he shaped the lives of those around him as well.