With red white and blue stars and stripes painted on my face, joint earrings, and a giant joint painted on my chest, I continued to rock my fishbowl in the city. Then I flip flopped out to the ocean....Washington D.C, July 4th....Smoke-in at the White House lawn. What a trip.

I brought home a hell of a souvenir (soon to be my first wife, but not my last.)

One kid, bad marriage, system overload when she left with my son and just disappeared. I was shattered, and rebounded right into my 2nd biggest mistake. Married again, two kids this time, and still rocking Hartford. It was 1977 when the brown goo hit the rotating appliance. The police raided my apartment and found ALL my pot, pipes, plants, seeds & sticks I made tea out of. They also found out that the wife I was with had an Uncle Cliff. Uncle Cliff was not just a Cop, he was I.A.D. (Internal Affairs Division, in case you didnít know.)

Problem: They had NO WARRANT. Solution, they put all my pipes and pot back and left the place only partly tore up. That was how I found it when I came home from my day job, Security Guard for the State of Connecticut, I wasn't even home, my roomate was. It seems that the police have a hard time finding me home, don't you just love it. Most of the flyers we ran off at that point in time came either from the state offices I worked in, or the local collage where my friend was night janitor. After a quick house cleaning, we called Uncle Cliff to put in a complaint. We followed that up with a call to the newspapers. The I.A.D. brushed the whole thing under the carpet, and that's all I have to say about that.