I wasn't used to this kind of sunshine. My senses were abnormally alert. colors rollercoasters  spooky horses and a Giant shrimp drugged me.

I was in deep. I was 5 years old and in mid air from my leap off the high dive. At the impact was FAZZ at best; I found myself under the Pier, The mystics had written this. The Trash Heap has spoken!

Polorids of smiles, alcohol, drugs, smiles and drugs illustrated the myth I had heard about. THe Rev. was in business and making important contacts.

The triangle glass pineapple was my downfall, my stitches had broken and I was hemorrhaging on everything and everyone!  it felt...right.

It wasn't a language that I recognized but I DID recognize the fury.

This Chariot had run its course! Ninja roll towards the Rev., I was in! Golden warmth, cathedral ceilings, welcoming warm twisted grinning clowns beconed me to utopia.....YES! GOAL! .............................................THe bush people showed me the best night I have never had.