Somewhere in the chaos that was my life, my sister's and mother's life, John Lennon died that year. I could not have felt any worse if my mother had died, instead of having a massive stroke. Older brother wanted her institutionalized, brain dead he said. Just bexause she could not move or speak. But mothers and daughters have a bond a channel of communication not open to sons. My sister knew her mother understood her. So me and her got an apartment in Rockville and moved her out of Mt Sinai. and there we were when things got worse. Yeah John Lennon died in that time, and I wondered, Catcher in The Rye?i could make fake a scenario but probably
Not fake just old and tired and confused. that night I lost a friend. DJ the motherless and homeless street musician, the long haired skinny hippy that the Frat boys delighted in beating up. Before my mother left the nursing home he smuggled a little puppy into her room. I think that is what brought Rose out of it, she could still smile, but she had nothing to smile about until she felt that cold nose on her face.
Time fades into next (got dam you bill where are you) and tears into tears.
Angel dust was very popular about that time I remember that much. Smoked it by accident because I thought it was a joint. A wonderful feeling, like getting hit between the eyes with a sledge hammer. Horse tranquilizer I was told.
PCP might be the most violent drug ever. Hell of a story Doreen, scared me for you, even such a long time since (that seems to make perfect sense, but the candle is flickering) some kind of trance.
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