Summer 1967 to Summer 1969.

I remember when man landed on the moon. July 20, 1969. I was laying on a couch. Thirteen going on fourteen. I had an earache so bad, I was losing my equilibrium. Even laying there, I felt like I was rolling off the couch. Perhaps that was the beginning? Certainly not of my life. It was full stream ahead. But maybe Koyaanisqatsi, mind in and out of balance, began. One thing for sure 1968 and 1969 changed everyone.

We're you even alive then? Watch the moon landing whether you were there or not. It's a lot like the 60's again. Or maybe it's just the flashbacks.

Come Up the Ladder to the Roof

Jacobs Ladder. These girls are church all the way.



I'm a Motown baby. I was 13 when MLK and Bobby were killed. 1968. Snipers on the roof and tanks in the streets.



I was doing acid by then so I thought it was cool. Just a child who thought the world worked that way because it did. My father drank and did pills. So did my mother. So did I. Home sweet home.



So I went up on the roof, tripping my ass off. I saw heaven and hell.