He was a Lake Elsinore, Calif, ICON. A long boned, long haired, wiry,volatile, enormously strong, hard working, fun loving, take no sh_t hippie, and Nam Vet, who had been under orders to cut heads off(prior to media exposure of Mi Lee) (he {privately, I saw him weeping one dead of the night after we had returned from Rockin'} never recovered from that). He was a deceptively intelligent man, as "Joe citizen" would make the false assumption that he was a simpleton.He could reduce all falsities, inconsistancies, civilization promoted hypocrisy, etc. to - "It's all Horsesh_t!". He had a heart of Gold and a rough exterior.
He loved Rock'n'Roll freestyle dancing (as I do), but would have nothing to do with motorcycles (somethin must have happened to someone he loved). I loved him and he died 2 springs ago. I've never had the chance to honor him to strangers (to him all men were brothers).At his funeral I wore a flannel shirt he gave me off his back when I was stupidly running at the Rock'n'Roll clubs with him with the "walkin' pneumonia" wearing a tank top. When I tried to return it to him after washing it, his reponse was "You don't think ahm gonna wear that NOW, do ya?"
GOD loves you Kentucky, as do I.
He loved Rock'n'Roll freestyle dancing (as I do), but would have nothing to do with motorcycles (somethin must have happened to someone he loved). I loved him and he died 2 springs ago. I've never had the chance to honor him to strangers (to him all men were brothers).At his funeral I wore a flannel shirt he gave me off his back when I was stupidly running at the Rock'n'Roll clubs with him with the "walkin' pneumonia" wearing a tank top. When I tried to return it to him after washing it, his reponse was "You don't think ahm gonna wear that NOW, do ya?"
GOD loves you Kentucky, as do I.
