After surviving a horrific winter as a New York City bike messenger I decide to do myself a favor and head to teh left coast in search of some sunshine...

Wanting to do good for the neighborhooed I take Jenny "Lush" Janne with me. A smack freak who is six months pregnant to ty and help her have a healthy baby.

She does but the baby dies two years later with the adopted family, crib death maybe from complications with her drinking.

The baby was beautiful Acacia Moon Janne.

Unable to learn from her mistakes Jenny will have another child with Jermando in the picture above (black hair) She sends him away to prison to cover herself when she is caught buying drugs and becomes a prostitute, the second child dies of crib death as well to the horror of the grandmother (Jermondo's) rocking her while he is in jail.

I move Jenny and myself out after the first baby and live homeless for a while while getting my GED on the day of my 18th birthday, so I can go to community college. I have worked mostly illegally up to this point with a forged birth certificate with due to difficulties getting parental consent. I have learned to live under the rader.

Noah Levine documents much of our experiences in his book Dharma Punx although my experiences were different from his, the parts aobut Toby Munyon and Jenny Lush are there, my name was not included as I did not send him my memory written so he could be true to my story in time.

I go back East and get involved in the Squat or Rot Riot of 1988. Due to my friendship with a member of Nausea.

I leave for Philly for a few days and end up missing the huge situation, although there were situations every week leading up.

The beautiful thing about the Thompskins Square Park Riots (the first ones) was the commardarie of the residents following it.

In California I was friends with many amazing artists and later spirital people, many of them who were going through their own demons at the time.

Look below to links to Noah Levine a friend who also chose the Buddhist path, as a man close to my heart, Mike Haber, the two of which now assist a Buddhist Hospice.(See link below.)

Also  tattoist Natasha Robinson and I have celebrated a strong friendship, now entering the Buddhist Path from my side, and work in Nicaragua for me from hers in Chagutillo.

This man was a very powerful friend to me for many years now, and has helped me more than almost anyone I know from dragging my car several hundred miles out of the desert, to taking me on week long hikes in the mountains of Sedona to help me get focused.

He and I have lost several good friends over the years such as Bo Sands whose picture is here, and Andy Vernon who helped get my car out of the desert. Many blessings to both of you I loved you both.

What is amazing about this letter is the beauty of spirit. When I knew Micheal he was the leader of a motorcycle gang called the VRCC, a rockabilly ex-punk rock group. I had a deep but short relationship with the man until his former girlfriend returned from Paris.

 He was always overwhelmed at our similarities of mind. It is interesting that we have both turned to Buddhism now as a refuge from this violent world. I hope he is successful in his attempt to become a Thai Buddhist monk, and always have happy memories of our time together, he was very respectful of me. And even continued to support me as an artist going to my exhibits and offering commentary after his girlfriend came back, I felt he missed our friendship, but we were at very different places then, I was homeless and he was proving himself to a very wealthy crowd.

I hope we can be friends again one day in the future.