As Nixon was being thrown out of the White House my umbilical cord was being cut, and I was being reborn into this finite existence from my previous existence as mountain made of snow in Africa. Also at the same time Candy Darling had died that March, and Valerie Solanas was living on roof tops in NYC. I have also said that Candy Darling is my father, and Valerie Solanas is my mother. At this same time Hip Hop and Punk were coming into existence, Rocky Horror Picture Show was being filmed, Second City Toronto was going full blast, Del Close was experimenting with the form of comedy, William S. Burroughs was living in his Bunker, Patti Smith was writing with Bruce Springsteen BECAUSE THE NIGHT, KISS were building their loving audience, the FBI was continuing their war on the inner cities with the pathetic DRUG WAR, there were prison riots,
The world was exploding, falling apart, and repairing itself all around me. One of my first great horrors in life was when Dennis Wilson died. I loved The Beach Boys, it kept me in some form of connection with my father. I cried the day that Denny died. No one understood why this 9 year old was crying. I was sad, beyond beyond sad. I looked at the world around me with horror in my eyes.
At that point in my finite existence I was living with my grandparents. I saw my father and mother on opposite weekends. My mom lived in Cleveland, Ohio just off 98th street. I was a legend in the area. I would always pull the fire alarms that were on the streets, steal from the PICK N PAY, the 7/11. I would eat the food under the bridge after I had been running across the highway just for fun. It was my childhood past time from 1979-1983.i would visit my father and we watch horror films like The Shinning, The Howling and WUAB Channel 43.
As I grew up going through the presidents Nixon, Ford, Carter, Reagan I closely watched everything. I questioned on my own at a very early age everything. I took what was said to me with a grain of salt. Especially the horrible failure that was the Reagan Administration. I scuffed at him for taking the solar panels down in 81, I looked at him when he lied when he took credit for bringing the hostages home, I yelled at an early age at the TV screen when he increased the horrible drug war, I laughed at JUST SAY NO as I was given Prozac and Ritalin.
At an early while going to school at Kensington Elementary in Rocky River, Ohio I questioned the need of having boy and girls bathrooms. It seemed like a waste to me at the ripe ole age of 9, as it still does today. I could feel the walls of assimilation pushing in on me. I was born to resist, being a part of this age that I am a part of. I was born with the spirit of Punk, Hip Hop & Goth burning/dancing/screaming in the ashes of my soul.
I knew everything I was taught was some sort of a lie, I was buying into anything. I would often cut class and just rummage, read, write down all the books I came in contact with. I would do stupid things like: attempt to change the price on a check my grandfather gave me for books to get change back, I didn’t fight back a school yard bully and ended up at the rich girls back yard getting two black and blue eyes, crying at the dance in the bathroom stall because some girl wouldn’t dance with me, eating lunch in the bathroom stall because other people are hell, getting myself in trouble so I could be sent to the principal’s office because I was in love with her, jumping up the table in science class improving bees attacking me as I screamed falling to the floor, wearing a trash bag to school, having my friend tell 911 that the school was on fire. I was a hellion.
When I got to high school in North Royalton, Ohio I would get into verbal fights in class with others. It was always over the petty stuff in life: Why should politicians get paid? Why should politicians get paid more than teachers? Why shouldn’t government be volunteer and everyone involved? Why should we give money to the welfare whores of Egypt and Israel? That we must remember how beautiful we are and that a job, food, seeds, housing and healthcare is a right not a privilege! !! That the drug war is pathetic! !! That we should turn all our United States foreign bases into Punk/Goth/Hip Hop/Improv bars and libraries! !! That we need to stop making planes that are never flown and invest in housing the homeless, educating the young and fixing the crumbling infrastructure.
i still say that Valerie Solanas and candy darling are my parents. I use the the bathroom as way to disconnect, and I am still in love with my middle school principal from Rocky River, Ohio. I look at the world in horror. It comes from governments, religions and the lack of people taking Improv Classes. Del Close can change yinz life. There is no reason not to take an Improv class, there is no good reason not to start your own religion & there is no reason why government shouldn't be volunteer and everyone involved.
I LIKE GRAPE JELLY! !!
