I found an e-mail from my Nutty Buddy, Tim O’Connor. He was fourteen when he asked me to take LSD with him, because, he was going to take LSD with my cousin and his best friend. We dropped in 1966. Tim has been looking to cash-in on someone’s fame. He can’t acknolege I tried to teach him how to play guitar. It might affect his Pay Day.
Since his famous father died in April of last year, I get a STRONG HINT he is writing a autobiography, and thus he wants to SHORE UP his copyright. Is he going for a movie?
Here is an old post where Tim slips Mafia Max some LSD, and puts six people’s lives in danger. I ended up playing chess for our friend Keith’s life. Max was up for days tripping.
I could hang the idea that Tim does not care about the plight of America when he made another demand, but, his e-mail arrived on August 1st, before the shootings. However, Tim has not cared about America because he became a ex-patriot living in Amsterdam. He’s a pothead, who has spent a million dollars on pot constructing ‘Lil Timmy’s World’. Now he wants to cash in – BIG TIME – so Timmy’s World IS THAT MUCH HIGHER! It can’t get more compact – AND COTROLLED! Fuck this CONTROL FREAK!
I highly suspect he is trying to pull my Dead Sister over to his BIO-PILE!
“I’m a poor musician.”
So fucking what? He and ten million others! Get a job – HIPPIE!