International smuggling, a fateful arrest, torture, a long sentence, solitary confinement, and finally, breaking out of an ‘inescapable’ prison. Many have told me that I am lucky to be alive now. I was living as fast and high as I knew how, cramming as much experience as I could, where a few of my days was like a month to others, and one of my months, like a year. I could not have felt more alive and joyful, and awestruck. Living life on the edge, as full and exciting as I could…
Here are a few stories from that time, The Wild Years.
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Vietnam – I Ain’t Going Baby
What to do when not drafted.
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My Triumphant Return to Mexico
Facing Mount Popocatepetl and my demons head on
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Kingfish Loves Daisy
LSD, Bikers, and the hot springs of New Mexico
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How I Got My Winchester 38-40 Rifle
The story of Two-Braids the bandito from New York City.
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Does This Always Happen?
The first, last, and only time my sister ever used a controlled substance.
