I'm getting to the radical part of my life story. I never could take any of these people: peace groups or AIMsters. As I was getting to know them, I could see what a bunch of hypocrites they could be. This was before AIM
(American Indian Movement) killed “Anna Mae”. At the time, AIM wanted to use my talents. It was after I beat a white guy's ass. He and two of his buddies were kicking the shit out of an Indian in the alley behind my house. Coasting my Harley down the hill, (I usually jump-started my bike, saving my leg) they didn't hear me coming and it being dark, I was able to sneak right up to them. I braked my bike and put the kickstand down, walked up to them and said “you need any help?” The white guy says “naw”. I said I wasn't talking to you ASSHOLE! I kicked him in the nuts, the other two chickenshits beat feet. The Indian was an “Aimster”, and he too got up and ran off. I guess he told Headquarters, and anyhoo they knew who I was and asked me to attend their meeting. I was told what I would do. I declined their offer and it was years later before they would talk to me, mostly because of my Aunt Bea and Unk “Donald Duck” who were community leaders. Fuck it! I was having a tough time relating. I thought all people were crazy. I was right. Vietnam had taught me a lot!!My problem was I wasn't gonna listen to anyone who was gonna tell me what to do. I would get married 3 times before I learned a new trick: Always agree with what is said and then, like the song says, DO YOUR THING !! Rat
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