March 4rh, 1969

I walked in the front door in my army uniform, fresh from Viet Nam only
three days before and dropped y duffle bag on the floor.

The international DateLine screws up my counting of days.....

And my dog didn't recognize me.
She didn't know who I was.
We were never close again.

Mom and Dad recognized me.

Then, while still in uniform, there was a frantic banging on the front
door.
My neighbors just received word my very close childhood friend received
a head injury...in Nam.

He stepped on something called a bouncing Betty..but I digress...

So I ran across the street and tried to support them.
I was still in my dress uniform.
Crying and screaming.....awful.

He lived, he's doing okay today.

Sprained Brain Kid

On Mar 4, 8:35*am, brainsprai...@webtv.net (Deep Thoughts) wrote:
> I walked in the front door in my army uniform, fresh from Viet Nam only
> three days before and dropped y duffle bag on the floor.
>
> The international DateLine screws up my counting of days.....
>
> And my dog didn't recognize me.
> She didn't know who I was.
> We were never close again.
>
> Mom and Dad recognized me.
>
> Then, while still in uniform, there was a frantic banging on the front
> door.
> My neighbors just received word my very close childhood friend received
> a head injury...in Nam.
>
> He stepped on something called a bouncing Betty..but I digress...
>
> So I ran across the street and tried to support them.
> I was still in my dress uniform.
> Crying and screaming.....awful.
>
> He lived, he's doing okay today.
>
> Sprained Brain Kid

He lived, but did he recover from his head injury?

Tell us more about the days just after Viet Nam, damo.

Miki

piece of shrapnel the size of a domino is still parked behind his
forehead.

I fell in with a Community College theatre group.
Literally just walked up to em.
Along the way i was told to sign up and get the credits because I was
there anyway.

Became involved in a very good band of musicians. We were popular.

But I had to play bass as it was all electric and I don't play "Lead"
guitar.

I finally gave up altogether on bass, although I loved it.
I knew that the closer to the "LimeLight" I got the more I would want to
play my style of guitar.
And it was wrong to continue to play bass because of that.
I would be planning desertion the minute I joined.

A band has to be together a long time before any big money or promoters
get behind you. Then what? I'd try to play my own way and...etc

I loved the bass, one of the most expressive instruments there
is.....next to the trumpet.
Maybe equals he trumpet.
For me.

So..........

Now I clean house. and try to get the eclypse recording off to you,
Miki.

If I don't do what I want my anxiety will grow. WITH the new meds.
I can't even pass the time of day with many people.

I too a nice walk along the canal with a nice lady.
After a good breakfast.
Getting ready to "prepare my space".
Thats "clean and organize the apartment".

I'm a turtle stuck on its back until I get my environment and affairs
together and organized.

Damly Twanger

On Mar 4, 12:12*pm, damod...@webtv.net (Twang - twang) wrote:
> piece of shrapnel the size of a domino is still parked behind his
> forehead.
>
> I fell in with a Community College theatre group.
> Literally just walked up to em.
> Along the way i was told to sign up and get the credits because I was
> there anyway.
>
> Became involved in a very good band of musicians. We were popular.
>
> But I had to play bass as it was all electric and I don't play "Lead"
> guitar.
>
> I finally gave up altogether on bass, although I loved it.
> I knew that the closer to the "LimeLight" I got the more I would want to
> play my style of guitar.
> And it was wrong to continue to play bass because of that.
> I would be planning desertion the minute I joined.
>
> A band has to be together a long time before any big money or promoters
> get behind you. Then what? I'd try to play my own way and...etc
>
> I loved the bass, one of the most expressive instruments there
> is.....next to the trumpet.
> Maybe equals he trumpet.
> For me.
>
> So..........
>
> Now I clean house. and try to get the eclypse recording off to you,
> Miki.
>
> If I don't do what I want my anxiety will grow. WITH the new meds.
> I can't even pass the time of day with many people.
>
> I too a nice walk along the canal with a nice lady.
> After a good breakfast.
> Getting ready to "prepare my space".
> Thats "clean and organize the apartment".
>
> I'm a turtle stuck on its back until I get my environment and affairs
> together and organized.
>
> Damly Twanger

The old Artistic Integrity, eh? Except it was actually _human_istic
integrity. Many other men would have exploited the band in order to
make a name for themselves and then jumped ship. I'm sure it happens
all the time in the music business. You really are a special man, and
a good man, and I guess that's why you're eking out misery at $6 a day
and planning your local commutes four days in advance while some scum-
eating piece of garbage gorges on truffles and 200-year-old wine...and
hires hit men to eliminate anyone he finds inconvenient...and rapes
his secretary and then buys off the police to cover it up. I used to
think the world was the devil's playground but it's clearly God's
playground, because the rotten vermin who succeed in life truly are
made in the image of the Rotten Vermin up in heaven...and they're the
only ones who are. This belief system makes much more sense than "evil
is due to human free will," which is the stupidest piece of propaganda
I ever heard.

Miki

I was probably catching hell from the school lunch ladies standing guard at the
eating tables for referring to the bowl of ketchup on the table as "blood" (2nd
grade).

I also had a seat directly in front of my classroom teacher due to popular
demand....by the teacher. She sat behind me near the back of the room, so she
could watch me whenever she was seated at her desk.