Thursday, April 30, 2015
Ross, I was just emailing you. I needed your help. I am very ill and in tremendous pain. And if I survive this I am destined to live my remaining life in discrimination, disability, disfigurement, poverty, and pain. I have had to withdraw from school with two A's and a B. I am homeless. Ross, It is with a great sense of loss as I write remembering our friendship and our past experiences together. Driving into the city to catch some of the wildest jazz artists of the time, Sun Ra, The Art Ensemble of Chicago, Charles Mingus, Miles Davis, and more. Those crazy days of our youth in Holy Park, the town with the biggest erection, the bridge over the tracks. I am filled with laughter and tears. Remember the turnpike rest stop? And the cops on Staten Island? I had one of those experiences at the social security office on monday. The [federal] guard said he had got a strong smell of... when I walked by, whatever. Ross, Peace and love.
