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…
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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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
I went into Synanon in 1964. My husband Oscar Johnson went to prison. I had a big habit. Synanon, for those who don’t know, was…
I was once married to a man named Oscar Johnson. Sometime in the early 60s we took a bus to Reno carrying a packed lunch…