For The Book!

My adult self is fascinated by the way my returning memory of the entire thing is affecting my perspective, my evolving judgement of Fred and who I think he my have been. -------------------------------------- The brilliance of how Fred dealt with that situation. How he'd behaved (performed) for that rich kid AND for me... was how [...]

" ... I saw that Fred was playing this guy. It wasn’t that I was conscious of HOW he was playing his mark, that’s my adult self realizing it here and in this now." -------------------------------- Ok my dear reader... In order to avoid a different kind of head-on collision here. I feel I need to [...]

Whatever it was, whatever we went there to get... we got it. I had no idea what it was, I never found out and I didn't care. We left that upper-middle-class-white-suburban home with the impeccably preened all-white showpiece "living room", got into the shiny BMW of Fred's new "some rich white kid from the suburbs [...]

"... She said that he now spent all his time with "some rich white kid in the suburbs somewhere... ”  -------------------------------- Ok so now that I brought up this "rich white kid in the suburbs somewhere" I'm going to have to backtrack a bit more... ------ Several days after moving into my dingy little basement [...]

it was obvious by Maria's manner that it was some despicable thing. Something that was of course part of yet another self-serving scammer scheme Fred had cooked up and that Maria was no longer swallowing. ----------------------------------------------------------- As I begin to do a little more research about the history of "welfare" and "welfare reform", I realize [...]

There's nothing like good food to soften the blow of yet another head-on collision with yet another difficult situation. For nearly two months now, as I've been dealing with living in my shitty little dingy basement dungeon of a room, feeding shit on a shingle to the local street punks, walking alone to a scary neighborhood [...]

"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 [...]