The timeline is  I got arrested at the Free Grass shoot for giving marijuana to a narc, and the night I spent in jail was the night Martin Luther King got shot.  I was so astonished by all of it that as soon as I got out of jail next day, I went to the Peace and Freedom Party office and got a job. I think in the end I was assistant office manager; I mean I'm really smart. I was totally screwed up from childhood but I was so smart; what a conflict, what a dilemma, but I made it to age 77. I must’ve continued working at the Western Avenue office= I did but the pervy candidate didn't= long after the primary incident in previous post, because I have more memories that aren't interesting enough for the story, like the free apartment I got to live in for a while in Pasadena and the guy let me use his car too a little Sports car. I would drive around LA with a tape recorder in my hand so I could remind myself of things I had to do for the different campaigns I was working on and I was only 20 years old. Wow.

That poor guy, when he came back a month later his home was such a mess, he vomited in the sink full of dirty dishes. I was only 20 and had been turned out into the world clueless as to how to live in it.