free love
To whom it may concern,
Here’s my story.
Prison wasn’t all bad, man… at least I met some interestin’ people. Some of the most intelligent men I ever met, I met behind bars. These people aren’t evil… they just made some bad decisions. Some of them made good decisions, but a jury didn’t see it that way. It’s all about perspective, man… Different people just see things different ways. People don’t always see things my way, but I don’t get angry… I just accept our difference in opinion, ya know, man?
So what do we have here? Just another crook trying to justify his actions? Nah, man… I’m just a guy who doesn’t want to be seen as ‘evil’, or a ‘monster’. I ain’t sayin’ what I’ve done is right, man… I’m just sayin’ I don’t really see it as all that wrong, not from my side of the ‘crime’ anyways…
So you’re wonderin’ now, man… why would someone think I’m a monster? What did I do that’s so horrible? Well, my crime is simply this, man… I love women. I love ‘em all: fat, skinny, tall, short—all the shapes and sizes, and all the colors of the rainbow, man. I love women more than anything in the world. Nothin’ll ever change that, man.
I guess I just sort of got behind the times. I’m a child of the sixties, man… peace, LOVE, and empathy… SEX, drugs, and rock & roll. I remember back in the day, man, and it truly was nothin’ but SEX, drugs, and rock & roll. And the ladies back then man, they loved sex… I mean, loved it. It was my prime, it was my time, it was my life. I saw thousands of women, man, and I had to have them all. I loved ‘em.
I remember this one time, me and my buddy Seth, we met these two fine females at a rock show. We chatted ‘em up a bit, did a little bit of flirting… as if it was even necessary back then, and they end up taking us back to their place. Seth, and me(oh, I’m James, by the way… nice to meet you), we were all psyched to get our lay, not thinkin’ too much about what may be ahead. Well, we walked through their front door to find a full-fledged orgy of probably 40 people. It was incredible. That’s just what the sixties were, man—day in day out.
Back then, everybody wanted it and everybody got it, regardless. I was conditioned to live like that, and then that life started to fade, man… I wasn’t ready. People got all uptight and shit… bye-bye free love. I was lost. I love every woman, and without every woman wanting to love me… I’m lost.
But, shit, I just love women. Back in my day, there was no such thing as rape, man… that word was practically unheard of. You can’t rape the willing, ya know? Where’d the willing go? I don’t understand women these days… like the chicks that got me put in prison in the first place. They wanted it… they just didn’t know it at the time. But they couldn’t just have trusted me, could they. It’s that simple… you just gotta trust people. If you can’t trust people, what can ya trust?
All this ‘crime’ talk started years ago. Even after the free-love era died, ya know, I was still gettin’ women with ease. But eventually, age started hittin’ me, and I couldn’t fake bein’ in my prime anymore. It was a sad, dark day in the life of James, man…
And then this chick comes along. I was in this coffee shop one night, right? And I notice this pretty, young lady givin’ me some looks, ya know. I’ve always prided myself in my intuition when it comes to these things… I know when someone’s interested, man, and she was… definitely. So, I go sit down in the booth with her. I tell her I think she’s pretty and so on and so forth. She tells me her name is Brandy. She’s diggin’ me, so at the end of the night, I ask if I can walk her home, and she’s all for it.
We talk all the way there, and at her front door, she invites me inside for a nightcap. I was stoked, man, because I loved this girl. So we’re on her couch, right, and I make my move like always—right arm around the shoulder, mouth on her neck, movin’ up… then with the hands, etc. Next thing I know she’s screaming and kicking. I was so damn confused, man… you can understand, right? This girl wanted me. I thought she was like, kinky or something. I covered up her screams with my hand and one thing led to another.
Sara, I met in a club… a club for shit’s sake. Why else would you go to a club? You go to a club to find some sex. And on top of that, this chick really was kinky—leather and whips and all. Maybe I just got too rough or something… I don’t know anymore. I just wanted to make her feel good. She definitely made me feel good. This time the neighbors heard her scream and called the police. The police showed up before we were even finished making love. How embarrassing is that? They dragged me to the squad car completely naked. I was humiliated, man…
And now we’re back to where my story started—me in prison. Spent a few years there and made some friends. Weston taught me a lot, but not how to live in this world I don’t belong in. And now I have to register as a ‘sex offender’. And now I just want to go back there, to prison, where I won’t piss anybody else off.
To whom it may concern,
Here’s my story.
Prison wasn’t all bad, man… at least I met some interestin’ people. Some of the most intelligent men I ever met, I met behind bars. These people aren’t evil… they just made some bad decisions. Some of them made good decisions, but a jury didn’t see it that way. It’s all about perspective, man… Different people just see things different ways. People don’t always see things my way, but I don’t get angry… I just accept our difference in opinion, ya know, man?
So what do we have here? Just another crook trying to justify his actions? Nah, man… I’m just a guy who doesn’t want to be seen as ‘evil’, or a ‘monster’. I ain’t sayin’ what I’ve done is right, man… I’m just sayin’ I don’t really see it as all that wrong, not from my side of the ‘crime’ anyways…
So you’re wonderin’ now, man… why would someone think I’m a monster? What did I do that’s so horrible? Well, my crime is simply this, man… I love women. I love ‘em all: fat, skinny, tall, short—all the shapes and sizes, and all the colors of the rainbow, man. I love women more than anything in the world. Nothin’ll ever change that, man.
I guess I just sort of got behind the times. I’m a child of the sixties, man… peace, LOVE, and empathy… SEX, drugs, and rock & roll. I remember back in the day, man, and it truly was nothin’ but SEX, drugs, and rock & roll. And the ladies back then man, they loved sex… I mean, loved it. It was my prime, it was my time, it was my life. I saw thousands of women, man, and I had to have them all. I loved ‘em.
I remember this one time, me and my buddy Seth, we met these two fine females at a rock show. We chatted ‘em up a bit, did a little bit of flirting… as if it was even necessary back then, and they end up taking us back to their place. Seth, and me(oh, I’m James, by the way… nice to meet you), we were all psyched to get our lay, not thinkin’ too much about what may be ahead. Well, we walked through their front door to find a full-fledged orgy of probably 40 people. It was incredible. That’s just what the sixties were, man—day in day out.
Back then, everybody wanted it and everybody got it, regardless. I was conditioned to live like that, and then that life started to fade, man… I wasn’t ready. People got all uptight and shit… bye-bye free love. I was lost. I love every woman, and without every woman wanting to love me… I’m lost.
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I remember this guy, they called him Weston,
from back in the pen, man. This guy was brilliant. He was
older than most of us and kinda looked like Santa Claus, only less
jolly… Now, some people thought this cat was out of his mind, but
I disagree, man. I think he was more in his mind than the rest of
us. He used to tell me that he didn’t believe in reality… how,
like, our lives are only how we perceive them. I dig that, man,
cuz in that light, there are no bad people… just confused ones.---
When I got out of prison, I was kinda scared,
ya know? They told me what I did last time I was outside was
wrong. Well, now I’m back out here again… I was
scared. I don’t like to let people down, man.But, shit, I just love women. Back in my day, there was no such thing as rape, man… that word was practically unheard of. You can’t rape the willing, ya know? Where’d the willing go? I don’t understand women these days… like the chicks that got me put in prison in the first place. They wanted it… they just didn’t know it at the time. But they couldn’t just have trusted me, could they. It’s that simple… you just gotta trust people. If you can’t trust people, what can ya trust?
All this ‘crime’ talk started years ago. Even after the free-love era died, ya know, I was still gettin’ women with ease. But eventually, age started hittin’ me, and I couldn’t fake bein’ in my prime anymore. It was a sad, dark day in the life of James, man…
And then this chick comes along. I was in this coffee shop one night, right? And I notice this pretty, young lady givin’ me some looks, ya know. I’ve always prided myself in my intuition when it comes to these things… I know when someone’s interested, man, and she was… definitely. So, I go sit down in the booth with her. I tell her I think she’s pretty and so on and so forth. She tells me her name is Brandy. She’s diggin’ me, so at the end of the night, I ask if I can walk her home, and she’s all for it.
We talk all the way there, and at her front door, she invites me inside for a nightcap. I was stoked, man, because I loved this girl. So we’re on her couch, right, and I make my move like always—right arm around the shoulder, mouth on her neck, movin’ up… then with the hands, etc. Next thing I know she’s screaming and kicking. I was so damn confused, man… you can understand, right? This girl wanted me. I thought she was like, kinky or something. I covered up her screams with my hand and one thing led to another.
---
Weston once told me, man, that people are like
sponges. Every man picks up all these ideas from all these other
men they met. Now everybody is just a copy of a copy of a
copy. No more original souls left to be creative. Well, I
think maybe me and Weston were the exceptions to that rule.
Weston truly was creative, and me… well I’m just the same
son-of-a-bitch I’ve always been, man—I don’t pick up shit from
nobody. I just stay me.---
So then Brandy went to the cops and they
started lookin’ for me. Well, before they found me, another girl
was pretty angry with me too… Sara. But I don’t understand
why. I mean, I loved her, and she loved me too, man…Sara, I met in a club… a club for shit’s sake. Why else would you go to a club? You go to a club to find some sex. And on top of that, this chick really was kinky—leather and whips and all. Maybe I just got too rough or something… I don’t know anymore. I just wanted to make her feel good. She definitely made me feel good. This time the neighbors heard her scream and called the police. The police showed up before we were even finished making love. How embarrassing is that? They dragged me to the squad car completely naked. I was humiliated, man…
And now we’re back to where my story started—me in prison. Spent a few years there and made some friends. Weston taught me a lot, but not how to live in this world I don’t belong in. And now I have to register as a ‘sex offender’. And now I just want to go back there, to prison, where I won’t piss anybody else off.
---
Another thing Weston told me… he told me that there’s nothing
harder in this world than to stop loving somebody. That sure is
the truth, man… and how hard is that when you love everybody? I
can’t stop loving, so maybe I should just go back to the pen.
Although… I sure as shit would miss all these lovely women out
here. I love ‘em… Shit, man… I love ‘em.---
