RACISM 2 NATIVE AMERICANS

aloha, can't sleep tonite,got a few hours maybe 3.
pain mostly,fibro and bad weather are a sleeepless combo plate.

LSD & AMERINDIANS
Soul Mate has chided me for Not pointing out my LSD and psychedlic usage was from the 60s to 90s (pre Diabetes) and not going into details of purpose et al.okay okay.
bear with me,
my Profile (see right) says BLACK NOT AFRO-AMERICANIS.
me,not a big fan of Hyphenated Americans,some of my ancestors have been buried in this beloved soil for over 10,000 years.when do we lose the goddamn hyphen?
on my fathers side in North Carolina were Cherokee and possibly Seminole,both owned slaves and let some earn their freedom.on my mother's side the fierce and deadly Apache some of whom were partially domesticated when they tired of fighting the US Army and Calvary (ironically enought the black Buffalo Soldiers).my grandather changed his name to John Stone after some legal scuffle elsewhere so tracking his backstory is near impossible, i have a treasured booklet of my mother's ancestry and family tree.

so i would be Afro-Cherokee/Seminole-Apache American,when does it end? my kids would add Irish in front of that and so on and so on and so on.
i am not African, i have had several snobbish African college students call me a "mongrel" to my face,not cool but accurate.

black... the south had a rainbow of terms for the amount of black blood you had ranging from mulatto,high yellow to octoroon to quadroon etc etc. black blood must be Hella Powerful to taint the gene pool so.i have met Africans so black they shined purple,by comparison i am the color of cardboard and genetics says the darkest partner determines skin color (except in haploid births-see Google).

back to LSD
in my research as a kid i found that Amerindians have a famously high PAIN THRESHOLD,it was my birthright so i developed it.nothing like limping around on one lung and surviving repeated asthma attacks for practice (see Doc Holliday entry).i was No Hero but i saw it as part of self mastery then i found martial arts and took it much further,i saw and did things i still find hard to believe,but that is off topic for now.anyway, you cannot study the ancestors without drowning in shamanic practices (plus i minored in AMRICAN INDIAN HISTORY at City College SF).
the ancestors live in a world much richer and yet more fragile than the Consensus Reality of our mundane average life.Carlos Castenada made a fortune writng about it but i personally .IMHO.think he's fraud (look him up,Google).when i tripped over Zen Buddhism in LA in 1968 (b4 LSD) i found an unlikely spiritual link to my red ancestors.if you've ever truly know Amerindians you will find they have a quiet but sly sense of humor,once they trust you.the Outlaw Josey Wales ( Clint Eastwood)-a great film-has several authentic examples of this.Zen taught me a lot of things and still does,one thing it taught me was LETTING GO OF FEAR.
now it happens i had done some research on LSD in the early 60s while at a community college in Texas,i had no thots of partaking merely doing research in case i wanted to write about it some day.
when you take LSD the thing you are Most Afraid Of is the first thing you meet.the ancestors knew this from their travels.i used LSD trips,among others, to strengthen my faith and to explore what was Beyond The Veil (of so called Reality).i was truly delighted to find that WHAT I THOT I BELIEVED IN,I BELIEVED IN!
is that too Zen? there are lots of poseurs and phonies (don't get me started as i can't afford to be sued) but when the Zen Temple of SF, which was three blocks from where i lived,gets closed due to international gun running THAT IS NOT ZEN!!!

Pain,Shamanic Voyages and haiku.
Zen Buddhism is technically a philosphy,open to all, not a cutthroat crusading religion.D T SUZUKI who brought Zen to the Beats and America in general was Not a Zen Buddhist himself, he was a purveyor of knowledge,as he understood it.Zen is like sushi, don't swallow anything that disagrees with you.not that it's easy mind you...
Pain is considerd 'subjective', after eons they are finally finding ways to measure it 'objectively'. people are not machines you can 'objectively' grease the gears of to help them run better.much crip/chronic pain Reality is not like that.
Zen is my bedrock of faith and self renewal (that and love & sex & chocolate,running on rage and adrenaline eventually runs dry).
it's 5 ayem now and i hope this is making some kind of sense.
haiku 5-7-5
a simple poem expressing a not so simple truth...oh boy, i minored in Japanese at SF State but i have forgotten most of it."Yurgen" -a babys smile, a field of fresh flowers, a beautiful sunset and young love all have someting in common. it's called yurgen in Japanese,English has no words for it.haiku look for yurgen.i studied and failed at writng haiku for years until i got it right.while i also studied zen koans and esoteric kung fu,but i am not getting into that tangle today.
so i was not a DEADHEAD, rarely wore tie dye before i lived in Mendocino 5 misery filled years.I BELIEVE WE CAN MAKE THIS A BETTER WORLD ONE SMALL STEP AT A TIME,WE HAVE NO CHOICE...
that's it for me.

in other news,
if you click on FOLLOWERS you can get this crap while it's hot.plus Google will think i'm not just talking to myself.
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IS RACISM A DISABILITY?

hola, still seedy.

IS RACISM A DISABILITY?
bear with me, the ADA language is vague on this but if others recognize you as being disabled then you're disabled.my bipolar/Aspegers son does not Think he is disabled but he is recognized by doctors and other mental health professionals as so.
i was half asleep listening to NPR talking bout PTSD (Google PSTD SYMPTOMS, see Google bar below) and i noticed i had them,I HAVE ALL OF THEM.
i am an ACA (ADULT CHILD OF ALCOHOLICS) as are both my wives GriZelda and Soul Mate.my Dad was broken in WWII and my mother was a depressed codependent rageaholic from violent physical child abuse ,in rural Post Depression Texas,as were her siblings.
a short Google later i noticed there was a debate whether PTSD was transmitted genetically (sorry my sons) or via behavior mod in response to parental misbehavior ( a la Skinner).
just a tangent,
BF Skinner kept his baby daughter in a plexiglas box ( a Skinner Box) to shield her from aberrent human behavior, he hoped she'd turn out to be the Perfect Scientist, alas HO HO HO she became an artist).
so i'm thinking i recognize a lot of my life long behavior as cripplng and dangerous often to myself and others but the bedrock sanity of Zen Buddhism ( and 250+LSD,peyote,mescaline trips) plus the I Ching guided me thru the shoals. sez me...

RACISM AS BEHAVIOR MOD
what if the DSM # (whatever) defined Racism as a culturally transmitted disability? i'm not just talking White People here (altho imagine American History without racism-Native Americans,slaves,Latinos. my Soul Mate suggests SEXISM TOO but that is a much much longer blog.)

about the same time as my Cougar GFs (1970 NYC) i stumbled upon a Hungarian tourist in Central Park.one thing lead to another which lead to my mother finding her naked wrapped in a too short towel emerging from the bathroom the next morning.my Mother greeted her in English and got a reply in a foreign language...later my Mother would inquire how i'd 'tricked' a white girl into my bed who did not speak English.Mom was definitely pissed!

my Mother,despite all her flaws,went back to college after 30+ years to get a degree to teach Speical Ed but she never REALLY trusted white people or their motives.she did not believe that ANY WHITE PEOPLE WERE BORN WITHOUT PREJUDICE.
she is not alone,even today,in thinking this-but i know otherwise.my sons are proudly IRISH-AFRO AMERICANS (thanks GriZelda) and i have had too many friends of all colors and sexual traditions to count...but then i live in free range California and my mother was a product of hardscrabble Texas and ghettoized working poor NYC.
RACISM AS DISABILITY, THINK ABOUT IT... NOW THAT "THAT ONE" IS PREZ...
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CHRONIC PAIN- WYATT EARP

aloha,
i feel like used food, again.

CHRONIC PAIN
i have chronic pain which changes everything.i have been in chronic pain MOST OF MY LIFE, the only thing that changes is the intensity.
i rarely have GOOD DAYS, one day this year (i think) i had nearly two hours of NON PAIN,nothing hurt anywhere! maybe my nerves were all exhausted???
i lay there and savored the moment (as Buddha taught us) until it ended.i am on two or three Chronic Pain listservs but if they're not WHINING about this or that they show a doglike devotion to DOCTORS AS GOD or remind me of long forgotten aches.

how do i cope?
chocolate,violent or bizarre TV,writing,local sightseeing,internet porn, weirdness,meditation and 'being in the moment'.anything that gets me Outside the Pain.despite the classes and the lessons and years of practice,sometimes when i empty my mind PAIN RUSHS IN! oh my.

DOC & ME
can i tell you a recent discovery?
when i was a child and coping with one lung and potentially fatal asthma attacks i needed a hero when my father died.i had Batman and Sherlock Holmes but i need a real person-not Hannibal,not Alexander the Great but Doc Holliday (sp?) of OK Corral fame.Doc was a mild mannered Baltimore dentist who was given a death senntece due to TB and went West where he lived every moment until he died in bed.his last words are reportedly "This is funny."-the dying in bed part.
one of the uses of the cowboy bandana was the so called Handkerchief Fight,usually in a bar one cowboy would hold out his bandana and the crazy opponent would take the other end then start shooting, guns were not terribly accurate in those days but at that range somebody usually died.( Tombstone with Kurt Russell and Val Kilmer is the most historically accurate, the Kevin Costner version is stupid trash) anyway for years i tried to live like Doc even Zen Buddhism (which i discovered in LA after repeated viewings of Seven Samurai) was a perfect fit for this Accept Death philosophy but i found this made me a sociopath magnet,i haven't even mentioned Golden Boy at a hotel where i worked who was one of the rare few to realize that i saw thru the BS and respected that.he was later arrested for massive cocaine sales from another hotel.this was after he was caught and fired for being in the Big Boss' office with drugs and two naked hookers one night wen the BB came back unexpectedly from the Opera.i smirked at the news.

anyway, one day i had an epiphany.i was NOT DOC BUT WYATT,the normal gunfighter who died of old age in San Francisco while happily married and who is buried in Colma (nr Daly City)-see/rent Tombstone for details.it changed nothing except my perception of events.

PAIN & LOSS
chronic pain has made me patient and less dangerous,despite the abusive mindset and events of growing up in the ghetto.one of my best friends as a child had his dad move the family from Harlem to Long Island,where he and his sister became heroin addicts.there was something on NPR recently talking aout the absurd rate of failure among ghetto youth.my cohort in the projects and at school sacrificed their futures in Viet Nam (hoping for a way out) or to the heroin habits they brought home with them-which my mother wrote to me in ghastly detail."Remember Bobby Atkins in 10B,he died-" my mother's letters were Bad Juju,i used to put them on a bookcase until i was strong enough to read them.
say of the 50 or so kids i hung with one is a cop and i am in California and most of the others are dead by now.when Korak The Killer's buddy John D.(Viet Combat Vets) created the moveable Wall (authorized Nam war memorial mobile replica) i stood there perplexed at a visit in the San Jose Rose Garden.
i only knew everybody by their nicknames not their real names or even last names.it was heartbreaking and i cried for them.
basta y basta.

in other news,
my Ex who is a big fan of this blog has requested her Nom de Blog be GriZelda.granted,my Ex GriZelda.
sounds like i married a tattooed witch from Wicked or something huh?
thanks to her, G Man,Z man,unmaid,Paul and Doug for their encouragement.
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SOCIOPATHS PENNY WISE?

hola,
feeling shabby this week,
trouble sleeping 'suit of pain' feeling upon awakening.

BROWNIAN MOTION
in biology the aimless but energetic movement of microbes.i used to accuse my Ex of this all the time.

on paper me and my Ex were a good match (altho the personal co-horoscope said otherwise,it was right). both moody,artistic,fans of horror movies and the outrageous,nudity,tattooos,morbid things etc etc Type T Thrillseekers mostly.
my Ex collected strays and one of them was Penny (not her real name).

by now you have realized that most sociopaths are not psycho killers (like Sylar on Heroes) most seem to be bankers,hedge fund managers,Ponzi schemers,pols,ruthless con artists,scammers of the elderly and disabled (draw your own list).
Penny was a South Bay trick baby of an alcoholic mother,who later turned her life around(?).when all Life gives you is a sh!t sandwich and a kick in the teeth then you never expect much else.Penny was a nomad who used to sell sex (rent it actually) as a prosititute,bikini dancer,peepshow worker or S & M bordello worker.she never did laundry just sold her soiled undies on the internet and bought new (or so she said).Penny had the usual female fantasies about Love & Soul Mates but they always ended badly.Penny was bisexual which you'd think would double her chances at happiness.it didn't. Penny saw All MEN as a natural resource to be exploited using sexual lures (why do you think they call them TRICKS???)
Penny was a sybarite drama queen and after a few months,when she got pregnant by some guy, revealed her true self as a short tempered layabout CRACK WHORE.

Penny saw the world thru different lenses than the rest of us, some of her observations were valid and some were dead wrong...in her own twisted way she loved my Ex, which doesn't explain why she stole our car (luckily it was one of two).Penny was more dangerous to herself than anyone else (see Army girl blog).

in other news,
look for more new links in the Blog area.eventually one stop shopping.
aloha
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BRAINS & COUGARS

aloha,
have apparently resumed my normal state of misery.
more on Pitt and Penny later.

NYC 1970
my second Cougar GF (a few months older than my mom but much nicer) was brain damaged,seriously.she'd somehow survived a severe brain anuersim which left her unable to perform her profession,acting and modeling, and left her with major panic attacks everytime she got 'lost' in the neighborhood she'd lived in for ten years.
it did leave her a gift,ambiguous at best, PSYCHOMETRY.she could touch something you owned and pick up your psychic signature and people you'd met while you wore it.not a good GF to lie to.wish i'd thought to ask where exactly her brain exploded.

SF 1980s
my Pinoy neighbor, the ghost talker, was just your average shallow immature dick obsessed older woman except when it came to the dead. the first thing she did when she moved in with us,me and Korak The Killer -for she was his wife, was set up a shrine FOR THE LITTLE PEOPLE.being a mythology sponge i had some idea what this meant and sure enough the dead came trooping up the back stairs soon enough to leave messages for loved ones or to get directions to The Light (no she did not look like busty whatsherface on The Ghost Whisperer but from my knowledge of the Paranormal and ESP apparently the TV series isn't that far off).

LA 1960s
met a girl who was an Albino Native American (half blood at best) who went into trances and induced them in others (including me but i was doing lots of LSD at the time). Native Americans i've met literally live in a different spiritual universe than we inhabit,much to their detriment i think.

so when scientists tell you they can't PROVE the existence of ESP, ghosts,UFOs,dark matter or whatever.do they ever think that Perhaps NOT EVERYTHING IN THE UNIVERSE IS WITHIN THEIR MEASURE?
how much does God weigh? or True Love or the soul? or Regret? c'mon guys and gals, how much?
i read a LOT of sci fi as a kid so my brain doesn't automatically slam shut on the 'far out' as quickly as most peoples.

SEMPER GUMBY!
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PAIN PIMPERY & BEYOND

Hola,howdy,aloha
yes i do feel somewhat better,almost back to my usual misery.
i think this blog has a point to make,we shall see...

"ANATOMY IS DESTINY." attributed to Simone de Bauvier (?) Sartre's lover.(see her book The Second Sex for an exercise in self flagelation worthy of The Story of O,i recommend both)

THREE BRANCHES
modern psychology can be roughly grouped into three branches.
1.Freudian (the talking cure)
2.SKINNERIAN (behaviour mod as explained in his scary book "Beyond Freedom & Dignity", makes '1984' look like a wimpish coloring book.his initial research during WWII was financed by the War Dept. before the dovish name change)
3."Humanistic"(sic) Fritz Perls,Rollo May,Paiget,Ericson etc

As a child,when my father died,i had no barricades against my mother's rage and depression except to explore Psych.i read some books by Freud and quickly determeined,via my NYC BS Detector (ghetto street smarts?) ,that he was full of it. analysis of human beings should be as true in burgher 1900s Vienna as in Harlem or the jungles of Brazil. later in my thirties when i finally dragged my cynical weary ass back to college this analysis was partially verified.Freud (who had at least one daughter Anna,who followed in his footsteps) refused to believe that the rich burgers of Vienna were molesting thier girl children in the numbers that his analysis indicated so he Sacrificed their Truth to concoct his bizarre theories of the Oedipus and Electra Complexes.yup, he lied and ignored the truth being revealed to him.
Freud=Fraud it gets worse.
Freud's mentor was one Dr.Fleiss who had bizarre theories of his own.he thot that the seat of women's sexual desires and maladjustments was in THE NOSE.
not the 'wandering utereus' of HYSTERIA but the Nose.he mutilated many upper class and some poor women with unnecessary surgery and infected gauze et al and so was put out of business via lawsuits,Freud gave his menial support later in life but never,to my knowledge,publicly disowned him.

two of Freud's disciples later deserted him over this and other issues.Carl Jung (slightly racist against blacks and asians) with his theory of Archetypes and Wilhem Reich with his orgasms and orgone energy ,who fled Nazi Germany only to have his books burned by the US govenrment and be broken by prision.( i have my theories why).
basically no matter what your training (before brain drugs) research has found that you develop a synthesis of what works (if you are honest) altho untrained volunteers and pets seem to work almost as well.

PAIN PIMPS
(all the names here are false but all the events here are real)
i lived in NYC in 1970 before retrurning to the relative sanity of California.i was about 24 and my GF (now called a Cougar) was about 46 and divorced with a son almost my age (met him,nice kid).she was into a second career as a Reichian therapist and seemed surprised i knew who Reich was (so i'm a sponge for oddity and trivia,sue me).we talked a lot, we ate Indian food in Greenwich Village and hung out in Central Park where i met her.she later treated a 'friend' of mine (see future blog SOCIOPATHS- PITT THE MONSTER)
anyway she took me to a loft party of assorted therapists of all stripes and it was a zoo.she warned me 'just act like an anthropologist from Mars,don't judge them'-i was just some over educated oversexed kid from Harlem ,so i thot this an odd request.the leader of the group was a Freudian who looked liked Kaiser Bill from WWI with a withered right arm too,he shook hands left handed which i wasn't supposed to notice or mention.there were the usual NY liberals who were impressed that my Cougar GF had 'gone black',i seemed more of a trophy than a person to them.they all drank too much and talked too much then suddenly this attractive blonde woman started crying and dropped her top exposing fabulous plump breasts.she cried that nobody loved her and he husband cheated on her with his staff and patients etc etc,she was in obvious deep emotional pain. the reaction? "oh God,here comes Joy with those old tired tits again." these were therapists!
this is how i began to formulate the diff between True Therapists who want to help for their own motives and Pain Pimps who just want to make the mortgage and car payments.in LA i met a lot of victims of PP who saw their therapists anywhere from two to five times a week.
now,i am not denying that America is deeply screwed up. without our addicitve society Columbia would be just another agricultural backwater,but as the Radical Therapy movement once preached "therapy means change,not adjustment". most Pain Pimps are content to perform an endless necropsy of every time you ever had your feelings hurt and how it deformed your delicate psyche...GROW THE F--- UP!
LIFE IS BOTH HARD AND BEAUTIFUL.
APPRECIATE APPRECIATE DAMNIT!!!
stop looking at the future thru a rear view mirror as some pundit once chided.

okay was a point made here?
if not HAPPY VALENTINES DAY ANYWAY
-FIND SOMEONE TO LOVE WHO LOVES YOU BACK.
I DID.
in other news,
my EX sends me the update that LURPS (see prior blog on Sociopaths) is actually LRRPS promounced "LERPS" for Long Range Recon Patrol.sounds good to me.
don't forget to check the new blog additions and the Santa Cruz Commison on Disability website under RESOURCES to get the help you need.it's on the right too,pagewise.

aloha
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SOCIOPATHS

hola, the magical misery tour and my throat contines.

NYC
the 50s
the legend of Tiny. there was a ghetto gang called the Assassins back in the 50s and 60s.it's founder was a short tough guy called Tiny. one day some dude dissed Tiny's girl and he went looking for the offender.Tiny found the dude outside a police station thinking he was safe,Tiny emptied a .38 into the guys skull then got the snot beaten out of him while resisting arrest.NO DOUBT.
the 60s
i was in high school when a friend asked if i 'wanted to meeet a real bad ass'? sure why not? this bad ass went to our HS and i met him in the lunchroom,looked like just another not too bright thug kid.he smiled lazily during the introduction then told the tale about how he got his gun...he took some rocks and put them in a sock then beat a drunk cop to death (when he was about 12) and stole the cop's gun AND badge, both of which he proudly displayed.he was a 'hitter' (killer) from a Bronx gang in those days.the Banality of Evil indeed. NO DOUBT.
L.A. late 60s
my second or third job in LA i met an odd co worker,lets call him Jenks.he told me an odd tale which took me years to verify as accurate.he claimed to be one of the LURPS (forgot what that stands for) one of the guys they dropped into Laos and Cambodia during the 'Nam War with instructions to fight their way back to occupied Nam by killing EVERYONE.he told me they wore boots which left a human footprint and collected tokens/trophies of body parts.Jenks was hard core biker with the tats to prove it and a very heavy drinker,which got him fired eventually.i would assume it takes a sociopath to kill unarmed women and children who posed no threat to you even though it might hiccup guilt on you later.DOUBT.
SF the 80s
i met several sociopaths while driving cab for five years but most of them were boring and i was busy being fairly feral myself then.

my room mate of five years was a classic.
ERB,Edgar Rice Burroughs wrote the Tarzan novels (Tar Zan means 'white skin' in Ape) Tarzan had a son,(not named Boy) named KORAK THE KILLER which i think perfectly reflects my ex roomie (or 'first wife' as my Ex has dubbed him) we were like the Matt Damon and Ben Affleck symbiosis.
how to you create a sociopath? for KTK both his parents were academics,as a child he had to listen to his father nightly incest his sister while his mother pretended not to hear. by day he was phsyically abused and beaten with cord, 2x4s,car tools and anything else at hand.he got little physical affection and built up a lifetime's seething cauldron of Rage.some of which he took out on his first wife...
luckily for KTK the Nam War came along and he was posted to a FREE FIRE ZONE,basically like the LURPS Kill Anything That Moves without the parachuting and hard scrabble trekking.he told me about killing elephants and tigers and described his First Kill with all the sweetness and detail of a normal man's first non blue balls date.
it was gruesome sweaty and awkward, the knife was dull and they were wrestling to the death in a huge ammo dump so they couldn't use guns...later he would buy sharper knives.he spent months detailing all his kills, the whores screwed,the drugs consumned etc etc. like Tarzan's son KTK was no dummy. he learned Vietnamese when he was wounded and would know more about the country's history than most Non Natives and he knew his cause was WRONG WRONG WRONG.still he went out, killed people ,screwed their women and avoided booby traps and deadfalls.KTK told me My Lai was no big deal, he had personally participated in the same or worse.(i've heard the same from many vets).
after the Fall of Saigon KTK went home,beat his first wife again then re enlisted.when that ran out he retired to farm on a distant Pacific island chain.KTK was not born to be a farmer.he once told me killing was like eating raw sushi,distasteful at first then you get used to it and even look forward to it.so he got a black ops job herding refugees from the Mekong Delta to safety.(you thot they got free on their own?) he was one of many who jumped at the job.he refused to go Full Mercenary for reasons which sound tinny.
we saw Rambo together and he was not impressed altho that was the monicker hung on him at the Army Reserves,he'd been curious why. he was built like a Greek God due to his running and bodybuilding and i had witnessed more than one woman walk into a pole ogling him.KTK was also scary smart as one might imagine.most people thot him to be a thuggish knuckle dragger until we launced into some effete obscure conversation about Atlantis or interstellar reincarntion.i was asked more than once "can u control him?" like i was his keeper.KTK often told me he thot my Zen and Martial Arts training made me the more deadly of us.(???) as a 'friend' KTK was the Perfect Partner,if you were facing twenty or so opponents and he had your back-you'd only feel a threat from the rear when he was dead.when a Vet tells you 'I got your back" consider it the ultimate compliment.
KTK had PTSD and Agent Orange poisoning so he tended to be a rageholic and quite impulsive sometimes.the only flashbacks he got was not from killing but from fireworks which triggered memories of artillery barrages and a jungle ambush which butchered his squad.

on one job we met a guy who claimed to be a contracter for US Intellgence,we thot he was full of BS but we later learned differently.you'd think guys like him wouldn't drink too much then shoot their mouths off,you'd be wrong.NO DOUBT

KTK often said that to him the Best Things in Life were Killing,Drugs and Brown P*ssy.sometimes items two and thre flipped.i had doubts about him being a Total vs.Situational Sociopath until he started telling lies about me to better cheat on his wife.i will probably return to KTK subject often as he was a big part of my life for awhile and i'll probably talk some about 'Penny' who stole a car i co owned...NO DOUBT

60s button
"SUPPORT MENTAL HEALTH OR I'LL KILL YA!"
we are all born realtively innocent..see Sartre quote.

"IF YOU ARE PREPARED TO DIE,YOU CAN DO ANYTHING!"
from Ronin,a graphic novel by Frank Miller

aloha
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