Skateboarding With Broken Hand

Here I am skateboarding on Easter Sunday. I have a cast on my hand that I broke punching a wall at Kathy’s house after Marilyn told me she slept with a twenty-four year old Jet-Setter from Germany. I was seventeen. Marilyn had just turned my age. Kathy was twenty-four. She was Mayor Yorty’s ex-Girl Friday who he fired because she refused to screw his political opponents and get information out of them. Marilyn was baby-sitting Kathy’s child. Arnold Palmer would come over. I had failed to go down and be saved by Billy Graham, and was forbidden to see Marilyn. Kathy took us to a club in Hollywood. When a gay guy on stage bought drinks for M and Kathy, I walked out. M and her mother would drive around Hollywood in the German’s Thunderbird.

I am on my cousin Rand’s skateboard. He is dressed like a surfer, a Beach…