Back in the early 80s I did some work for an underground newspaper in Philadelphia - my ex-husband was involved. So was Kathy Chang. I didn't know her very well - my strongest memory of her was her talking shit about me in the other room when she didn't think I could hear her.
I also remember she had a penchant for taking her clothes off and running down the street until the Philly cops arrested her.
So it was kind of weird when she immolated herself some years later. By then she had added an "e" to her last name. She has her own Wikipedia entry and was recently mentioned in a poem in the New Yorker - right in between Rusty Trawler and Bing Crosby's sons.
Life is strange, with an e.