I thought life was wonderful up until I was seven years old. Then...
I watched as JFK got his head blown off.
MLK shot to death.
RFK shot dead in a kitchen.
Beatnicks turning into hippies.
Looking at the Vietnam War every night on the news, filled with ideas of us winning that war.
Then, when I was twelve or so...
I watched Nixon come and go.. in shame, waving good-bye from a helicopter, so lame.
Watched as Spiro Agnew cheated his way into shame.
From that point on, I knew it would never be the same.
Watched as the Detroit Iron went from fame to shame.
Then, I went to high school...
And, I wondered why.
It just wasn't cool. They all said to stay in school.
The teachers were trying to rule.
And I was playing the fool.
Then, I decided to become a man...
So I dropped out of school, to go to Vietnam.
One year later it was over.
But I had two more years to get older.
Then, when I got out...
I decided to shout.
And once again, I dropped out.
Then...
I bought me a chopper, thinking I was Dennis Hopper.
In Tucson I laid low, never snorting the blow.
I road like the wind, day in and day out.
For exactly one year.
And then it became clear.
Then...
I said good-bye to the Arizona heat.
And rode my bike back, where I could become more complete.