tell me bout it

by jazzcatalley

Posted to Utterances on 2001-06-25 15:30:00

Parent message is 3916
I am a vet with out even going there
cuz i refused to be inducted, blood
guts an gore and veins in my teeth,
i had to prouve that i was a mental
case, been carrying that jacket(not
full metal, full mental) around with
me my whole short life…i remember
the time i went to the induction center
in Oakland calif. and i had a copy of
my favorite poet’s poetry with me a
copy of Philip Lamantia’s collecetd poems
and i keep muttering to my self, “don’t kill me,
and other stuff like that, so i got so worked up
that they wouldn’t process me, later when i got poped by three FBI agents for three counts of draft evasion, they talked to me about Tim leary
on the way to the station, funny that this one fed, was a real nice guy, he seemed to be very intreged with the whole psycedelic culture, he was
very friendly to me, and talked to me like he was
a bit in awe of crazy hippy acid heads like me, go figure…i finally got a 4F diferment, but i had to prove i was crazy to get it…!
i had buddies that went to Nam, one guy who’s sister was a girl friend of mine, was put into the marines after being busted with a a kilo of grass
his whole platoon was wiped out, he was the only one to servive, he was a nice guy…my best friend went to Nam(drafted), but he was lucky he was made a clerk, so he servived, another dude i got high with, got drafetd and became a chopper door machine gunner, he servived sort of but he came out a junkie…those were very wild days the late sixties, but having the draft hang over your head
has hard, really hard, i just wanted to take acid
and get laid, know what i mean?

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