When my laptop acts up the Skateboarder resets it for me to factory setting. So I'm applying that to myself. This brain stuff is confusing. I am replacing words randomly when I type. So I'm experimenting with taking myself back in time to when this all started when they put me on phenobarb at about 5. I spent a lot of time then with my Grandmother Dorothy. She is probably where I get this gypsy thing. She could pick winners at the racetrack. She was a lunch lady at Valparaiso University in Indiana. I would wait for her in the Student Union watching American Bandstand, high as a kite. The college kids thought I was cool. A stoner preschooler listening to rock and roll.
Dave has a photo of his dad and Elvis as pals at this time.
Realities are splitting as they are singing. The back up singers do not live in the World of Elvis. I sense a similar split is going on now. You don't have to be a psychic to know that something is up after watching the news. Could it get more surreal?
At home mom listened to "Birdland" while she did housework.
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