It was 1972. I was homeless, drank a lot, locked up, beat up a lot of people, rode a Harley I had built in welding class, owned a couple pairs of Levis, my leathers, and a cassette player and crashed wherever I was partying. Wife and I had split.
I had gone to DC as a Vietnam Veteran against the War and was drinkin’ in this bar called the HAWK +DOVE. I was wearing a t-shirt that said “VIETNAM VETERANS AGAINST THE WAR”.
Anywhoo… three dudes came up to me and said they was American Nazi's and they was gonna KILL ME!! I said I'm a CHIPPEWA from Minnesota and put all three of them sorry ass Bastards in the hosp, where upon I went to jail, where these Cubans who had been caught breakin’ into the Watergate were my cell mates. In court the next morning the Judge set up a court date and says I had to stick around. Six weeks later this Old Cherokee Lawyer got me off.
Anywhoo, at the time I was one Violent Pissed off Combat Veteran who didn't give a fuck about anything, myself included. Years later after a few marriages and many jailings, I was hospitalized in the VA, where I was diagnosed with P.T.S.D. (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). One of the therapies the VA used was music, mostly classical, but I prefer Eagles “Take It Easy”. I keep the CD in my house, truck, and car and use it frequently after getting married again and having kids!
TAKE IT EASY!!
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