Something new, Lynne and I married. It has not been easy. We are now very different, like before, but we both know it now. The cost of being two crippled people in america is overwhelming. Special cars, special access, wide doors, special bath, stair chairs, 2/3 weekly MD appointments. Just staying healthy is a challenge, it should not reduce you to penury. I see why the rich want us to die. I see us starving to death in the coming food riots. What good is an M-14 when you need to eat in a wasteland. I'm not in a good place.

Life deals another Joker

A year ago, an old love contacted me.

We had a history. The Prom (hers), Led Zeppelin at the Old Tea Party, blotter and Monterey Pop, my first real love.

She was 16 when I picked her up at Wonderland Station. I turned my car around for her. I think I knew she was the "One".

I've loved her all this time. She would not marry me cause I was a junkie. Who's to blame her?

Ours was the late 60's. We reveled in being hippies.

Well, she still loves me. And I her.

This is so good.