Those death lizards from outer space came to him during a Mescaline trip.
He never really came down from that trip. Thorazine and shock treatments did not help.
He had a clicking sound he made in his throat, an unconscious tick he could not stop.
Every once it a while, I will find myself making that Click.
There is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy. And Lord I know I'm one. ...
Texas Canyon, been through there a million times. Well maybe just a couple hundred. It is near Cochise Stronghold.
Did you see the PBS special on Geronimo a couple nights ago?
The bit about the US army torturing a prisoner to learn the location of that stronghold comes to mind.
Can you imagine that? The united states government torturing someone.
Geez we have always been the good guys. I am sure that can't be true.
Torture is something new to us. We have never done anything like that before. How do I know? I read the newspapers. Nothing new under the sun they say. But I wonder about that too.
Morro Rock California.
Living on the beach while I was trying to get a job on a fishing trawler. I would wake up to see that rock every morning. One of seven rocks off the coast of California. They are called the
Seven Sisters for some reason.
I fished the west coast from Morro Bay to the British Columbia border. Happy images stored up in my head.
"mother mother ocean I have wanted to sail your waters since I was three feet tall"
