"Well hello Brian, come on in. It's so nice to see you. It's been a while, eh? Fred's not here." Maria smiles and opens the door. I start following her up the stairs to the two bedroom apartment she and the kids and Fred moved into back in November. Back when I moved out from [...]
The last few months of this journey, I was pretty much constantly in survival mode. In fact, the whole journey, my entire strange trip... from the time I left Rochester, Minnesota near the end of July 1978 to the day I headed back (somewhere around the end of March or early April of 1979) my [...]
That second night I saw The Rocky Horror Picture Show, was the most fun I'd had in months. I shouldn't have to tell you (my dear reader) how entertaining it can be when the whole audience joins in the fun. The fabulous fun facilitated by this film. They really become part of the show, don't [...]
Next morning after my random encounter with that midnight showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, I awoke not completely sure of what had happened. I thought that it may have been a dream, or weed-induced hallucination of some kind. Perhaps, after so much walking in my previously dark state, my imagination insisted that I [...]
It came to me as the muffled sounds of laughter and music. A large crowd of people singing and laughing together. So out of place in this dark city. ------------------------------------ "LIPS!!" "LIIIIPS!!" "LIPS, LIPS, LIPS.... LIIIIPS!!" The voices are coming from this small neighborhood movie theater and I just HAVE to see what is in there. Omaha, [...]
No thing can compare Not who, what or where No direction given No dreams, not driven Walking without wonder Without qualm Without care -------------------------------- Walking. And then… Standing, watching, waiting. Not waiting. Taking in, all that was on that street. And beyond. And then… Walking again. This was completely different from the walking I'd been [...]
"This is the last mornin' that I wake up in this dirty city Looking for the sunshine as the buildings block the skies This is the last mornin' that I wash in rusty water Tryin' to shave a face that I don't even recognise" ---- Shel Silverstein --------------------------- After that walk I took with Allen [...]
It was clear that Allen was trying to make a deeper connection with me. To show me more of who he was. -------------------------------------- "It's going to be a long walk Brian." "I like walking." "At least three miles." "That's fine Allen." "Ok, so we better get started. Just stick with me. We have to go [...]
I guess my good boy/good man behind the mask, could feel the toxic nature of this lifestyle. ---------------------------- The fact that Allen even mentioned that he “never even thought about going for my knife” when fighting that wrestler dude, tells me he cared (at least a little) about how I might judge his behavior. He may [...]
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,... " ------ Charles Dickens -------------------------------------- Yea... during this time, I was in the best possible position I could be with Allen and his gang. After returning from Kansas I also had enough money to contribute in the ways that made sense to me [...]