I sometimes think that this is my punishment for all those years of intermittent amphetamine addiction. Now, in my abstinent old age, I end up here in the Crystal Corridor… I mean the Anderson Valley.…
Posts published by “Dayla Hepting”
It was in the seventies when this happened. Synanon. It was the first drug rehab center. But it was more than that. It was its own little world. Chuck Dederick (the founder and number 1…
Break the cycle—Does anyone wonder how I became some sort of authority on the behavior patterns of the gutless wonders to smack women around when they get a tank on? What if I were a…
On August 9, 1994, Patricia Ruth Bernard Grim jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge. Doesn't that bother you? What a strange word that is... bother. But still I can't think of another word to describe…
Sulphur Springs lies along the old Spanish Trail. In 1840 a Ute Indian Chief and a one legged cowboy stole 3,000 head of Spain's finest horses from the missions in Los Angeles. They drove this…
I was out of luck this time. I was one of the special residents chosen for the Albatross Stew. We were a select group of old timers given this wonderful opportunity. Luckily they didn’t tell…
1963. August 1st, San Francisco North Beach. I met up with a guy named Sky King. He wore all black and a long cape with a stiff Victorian collar. His hair was black, curling down…
I sometimes think the greatest thing we got from Puerto Rico was Johnny Diaz. Of course, there was Raul Triaz. He was and still is (as far as I know) a wonderful Puerto Rican. But…
The first story I ever wrote was about a racehorse. His name was Stubs. He was a short, scrubby horse with a broom tail and a coarse head. He was the laughing stock of the…