Saturday, June 24, 2017

Wheathead Davis

Bear, who played keyboard for NGC4594, sent me a photo of he and Bliss some place in England via Facepoop. They both looked as old as I felt. Bear had a blue tee shirt with a white one word sentence... 'Write.'

I had just returned from Connecticut, where I visited with my life long friend Wayne 'Wheathead' Davis on his deathbed. Wayne had only days left and he was pissed about it. The only thing that relieved the pain wasn't the morphine but was writing.  He was angry as hell about dying and all he could feel good about was sharing the life and fun times on a page, hand written.
When Lao Tzu of Tao Te Ching fame wanted to split, actually check out, the fucking 'Gatekepper' told him "get back there and write down what you know." Now writing it down made this guy, maybe, the second or third most popular author in the history the world but all it got him was a ticket to leave.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Wednesday, August 3, 2016


2 paragraphs for $6.00