I am composing a message to Woman’s Space that I will publish in increments because it activates my PTSD.
The Writing Group of The Damned
Nancy van Brasch-Hamren, and Bill Arnold, were my best friends. I was working at May Company when my ex-girlfriend, Melinda dropped in and suggested I move back North were there was a revolution taking place. I had a appartment a half block from the beach in Santa Monica. I had a hawk that Nancy found a home for. I was working on large canvases. I tuned in, and dropped out. I drove my 1957 Ford Fairlane on Highway 1, to Oakland, with my paintings strapped on top.
In a couple of months, I am living with Nancy and Carrol on Pine Street. Two members of the Jefferson Airplane were hanging out of this window, claiming they caused an automobile with LSD energy. We listened to the Beatles on Nancy’s Teen Phonograph player. We were so lit, it…
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