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Part One, Chapter 1


Born in El Monte California in 1952

The first thing I remember are the bars on my crib and a glowing light with voices coming from another room. Five years later I awake with alligators under my bed. Mommy!! Daddy!! Alligators under my bed!!! Father rescues me and holds me in his arms, for the last time. The mother stands in front of the wall heater in our dark living room. Father was leaving for a crooked nosed younger woman he met at the race track. One night as I was watching my hero Sinbad the Sailor on our black and white TV Father stopped by. The same dark room lit only by that portal to another world. He sat on the ottoman and asked a few questions then left, that was it between us.

Mother began sleeping around. A slow parade of men began coming in and going out. I can still smell the cigarettes, booze, and bad breath. Mother wore these colorful velvet dresses that I found magical. They glowed in the darkness of night. Then she curled up on the couch, forlorn and brokenhearted. She began a slow descent into the hopefully loving arms of death.

Brother and I