My friend, cliff, and I we’re trying to get from Dallas to Norman, Oklahoma. We were hippies, and looked very much like hippies. A young teenage boy stopped, in a Volkswagen Van, of course. It was 1970, and picked us up. He w...
“You’re going to end up like your father, a bum on the street, a loser, an alcoholic.” As a kid, growing up hearing those things hurt me. I thought, “Man, after everything I do for you, this is how you love me.”
I went to go see him two years ago. I was going there for all of the wrong intentions. I wanted to fight him and just get all of my rage and anger out on him.
They took me to the dessert out in Tucson, AZ and tried to make me dig a hole. They were going to bury me in the hole. So I told them; “Kill me and dig it yourself.”