One visited the family sometimes, at least when he wasn't in reform school. The last I saw was he was arrested for rape/kidnapping in 1971 but you have to pay the paper for details so I didn't do it. The trail goes dry after that. Maybe he changed his name.
Another wound up as part of the academic staff at UCD Medical School.
One guy whose family introduced me to a Gold Rush village in California and was really charming ... well, he's croaked.
Another guy is also floating around Davis and he often liked to say he was 'considering the subtle difference between zero and nothing.' It was his way ... wtf. He was likely the brightest of the bunch and it only just dawned on me he's probably Jewish. Stuff like that doesn't occur to me. He said mystical things and that made him cool. He may be hanging out being brilliant in some unusual way as it was tough to tell. Maybe he's a deranged musico in a basement as well and I've already met him online somewhere. Now that would be twisted.
This summary may seem harsh but I was always leaving friends behind, sometimes on the other side of the world. My family moved a lot so it has been the nature of my life. Some of you have known people since you were children and I'm happy for you but this way showed me a lot of things even if it doesn't give continuity to much.
No word from the Catholic priest I knew in the Army. Maybe he looked at the blog and thought, whew, even exorcism won't save this one. Unknown.
I did find my first almost-girlfriend and I must say she was not too impressed. Maybe she thought I would turn out to be some crazed Internet stalker. I confess to being crazed but dangerous is out except to myself and I'm extremely good at that. I couldn't be bothered with self-sabotaging as I go straight for surgery and pinned bones (i.e. my own).
Some while ago I found a guy who really wasn't such a bad fellow but he got a case on me and he was big enough to kick my ass so tangling wasn't off high interest to me. He kept screwing with me in trying to pick a fight and finally there was no more of it as it seemed he would follow me into the house. We squared off and I got off a Hail Mary shot that knocked him out. Seriously, it was straight out of the movies.
He went down but he recovered quickly. He didn't want to fight anymore and he never did pick on me again. So he croaked a couple of years later. It happened on New Years Day so there was some kind of larger tragedy but I don't know what it was.
The original curiosity on this particular search was for the first guy as I was curious if he graduated to big crime. Sure as hell he did.
The reason for the interest is that he was over at the house and he had been in reform school so he was talking all about it. We were hanging about in the bedroom I shared with two other brothers. As we were talking, he pulled out his whanger and started jerking it off. He said they had contests doing this in reform school. I'm not sure if he regarded that as a good or bad thing.
My parents had not prepared me for such a circumstance and I really wasn't sure what to do about it. I talked with him like it didn't matter while I tried to be cool and considered just how the hell this situation was going to resolve itself as this was a Class "A" Unusual Circumstance. Then my brother, one year younger, came into the room and said, 'oh shit,' but he just closed the door and immediately left. All I was thinking was 'thanks for the assist, bro.'
I'm not sure if the criminal achieved his desired state of bliss but eventually he put it away and left and, presumably, was back in reform school not long after. Apparently he liked it there.
He wasn't such a bad guy, if a whole lot of unusual, but he wasn't so good on staying out of jail.
I have not been able to find Leon and that's a hell of a shame. I'm pretty sure it was his reefer which turned up in the luggage when we moved to Cincinnati. That was discovered by someone in the family who didn't know what it was and came to me. I didn't know how it got there either but I said I would take care of it. I did.
And that's how a 16-year-old kid came to be toolin' around Utah, blowin' joints and smilin' in '67. Thank you, Leon.
And, yah, I've been stoned ever since.
I hear long, strange trip sometimes but I'll be going with long and completely-demented.
Another wound up as part of the academic staff at UCD Medical School.
One guy whose family introduced me to a Gold Rush village in California and was really charming ... well, he's croaked.
Another guy is also floating around Davis and he often liked to say he was 'considering the subtle difference between zero and nothing.' It was his way ... wtf. He was likely the brightest of the bunch and it only just dawned on me he's probably Jewish. Stuff like that doesn't occur to me. He said mystical things and that made him cool. He may be hanging out being brilliant in some unusual way as it was tough to tell. Maybe he's a deranged musico in a basement as well and I've already met him online somewhere. Now that would be twisted.
This summary may seem harsh but I was always leaving friends behind, sometimes on the other side of the world. My family moved a lot so it has been the nature of my life. Some of you have known people since you were children and I'm happy for you but this way showed me a lot of things even if it doesn't give continuity to much.
No word from the Catholic priest I knew in the Army. Maybe he looked at the blog and thought, whew, even exorcism won't save this one. Unknown.
I did find my first almost-girlfriend and I must say she was not too impressed. Maybe she thought I would turn out to be some crazed Internet stalker. I confess to being crazed but dangerous is out except to myself and I'm extremely good at that. I couldn't be bothered with self-sabotaging as I go straight for surgery and pinned bones (i.e. my own).
Some while ago I found a guy who really wasn't such a bad fellow but he got a case on me and he was big enough to kick my ass so tangling wasn't off high interest to me. He kept screwing with me in trying to pick a fight and finally there was no more of it as it seemed he would follow me into the house. We squared off and I got off a Hail Mary shot that knocked him out. Seriously, it was straight out of the movies.
He went down but he recovered quickly. He didn't want to fight anymore and he never did pick on me again. So he croaked a couple of years later. It happened on New Years Day so there was some kind of larger tragedy but I don't know what it was.
The original curiosity on this particular search was for the first guy as I was curious if he graduated to big crime. Sure as hell he did.
The reason for the interest is that he was over at the house and he had been in reform school so he was talking all about it. We were hanging about in the bedroom I shared with two other brothers. As we were talking, he pulled out his whanger and started jerking it off. He said they had contests doing this in reform school. I'm not sure if he regarded that as a good or bad thing.
My parents had not prepared me for such a circumstance and I really wasn't sure what to do about it. I talked with him like it didn't matter while I tried to be cool and considered just how the hell this situation was going to resolve itself as this was a Class "A" Unusual Circumstance. Then my brother, one year younger, came into the room and said, 'oh shit,' but he just closed the door and immediately left. All I was thinking was 'thanks for the assist, bro.'
I'm not sure if the criminal achieved his desired state of bliss but eventually he put it away and left and, presumably, was back in reform school not long after. Apparently he liked it there.
He wasn't such a bad guy, if a whole lot of unusual, but he wasn't so good on staying out of jail.
I have not been able to find Leon and that's a hell of a shame. I'm pretty sure it was his reefer which turned up in the luggage when we moved to Cincinnati. That was discovered by someone in the family who didn't know what it was and came to me. I didn't know how it got there either but I said I would take care of it. I did.
And that's how a 16-year-old kid came to be toolin' around Utah, blowin' joints and smilin' in '67. Thank you, Leon.
And, yah, I've been stoned ever since.
I hear long, strange trip sometimes but I'll be going with long and completely-demented.
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