Don backed me up against the wall and bid me to throw the first punch. He was confused when I poured light on him. He did not want to fight anymore, and just wanted his daughter away from me so he could send in his thugs to kill me. When I did not run away, he saw that I had guts, and, we both loved Malinda. This was new for him. He never met his daughter’s boyfriend. He invited me to come to his house where we talked man to man. A month later he ix offering me a job at his soft-porn movie theatre. The Mob makes their money on VICE. My mother made porno movies for the Mafia. She worked out of the Beverly Hills Hotel. She knew who Don was. She told me she knew who killed Jack Kennedy. I suspect Bryan was picking up hippie chicks for famous people. Everyone wanted to fuck a hippie chick. The Polanskis were making porn flicks. Amateurs and dopeheads were muscling in on traditional turf. Melinda knew too much. She disappeared in 1965 after moving to San Francisco.
Marilyn, my first girlfriend, gave me her copy of ‘The Last Temptation of Jesus Christ’. She saw me as a Christ-figure. I began to develop a Christ-complex. When Melinda came into my life, I beheld her being crucified in her father’s arms. He had given her a violent yank as she held on to the door jam crying;
“I’m not going without Greg!”
She hit her head and there is blood streaming down her face. She is saving my life, because her father had his mob kill her first boyfriend, a beatnik that looked just like Jesus.
Melinda’s father and uncles were members of the Purple Gang and owned much of New Mexico. Her father threatened to kill me, and Melinda knew if we were separated, they would come, the guys I trench coats.
My mother had connection with the West Coast Mob. She met Elmer ‘Big Bones’ Remmer in…
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