Partying in Yankton...
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311 Linn, 711 Douglas, and 1611 Mulberry. Three homes in Yankton with major partying events. Mulberry was
the final home I lived in while in Yankton and by far the one with the most insane lifestyle. My roommate and I
both had full-time jobs, but we partied every night away.
It was at this residence that I started dealing drugs. Some pot, but that wasn't a money-maker. I end up smoking
the profits away. But I was able to make some serious money dealing LSD. Made enough that I quit my job and
became a full-time dealer.
Life was never boring at that time, but it was also filled with a lot of paranoia. Though I had friends, there was no
way I could trust anyone. Amazingly, I left Yankton about a month before our house was busted. Since, I was the
major dealer, no one really got in serious trouble and no one spent any time behind bars.
I left Yankton burning a lot of bridges. I stiffed my supplier for about $500 and lost all the friends I had while in
college. Looking back at that time, there is no doubt that I was a full fledged alcoholic.
I've always classified myself as just an alcoholic. While I've done more than my share of drugs, they were never
as important to me as alcohol. Alcohol was always my drug of choice.
the final home I lived in while in Yankton and by far the one with the most insane lifestyle. My roommate and I
both had full-time jobs, but we partied every night away.
It was at this residence that I started dealing drugs. Some pot, but that wasn't a money-maker. I end up smoking
the profits away. But I was able to make some serious money dealing LSD. Made enough that I quit my job and
became a full-time dealer.
Life was never boring at that time, but it was also filled with a lot of paranoia. Though I had friends, there was no
way I could trust anyone. Amazingly, I left Yankton about a month before our house was busted. Since, I was the
major dealer, no one really got in serious trouble and no one spent any time behind bars.
I left Yankton burning a lot of bridges. I stiffed my supplier for about $500 and lost all the friends I had while in
college. Looking back at that time, there is no doubt that I was a full fledged alcoholic.
I've always classified myself as just an alcoholic. While I've done more than my share of drugs, they were never
as important to me as alcohol. Alcohol was always my drug of choice.
Homeless...
My wanderings and travelings after Yankton, for a couple of years, were kind of a blur. An exact time line of the
events of that time are lost in a drug induced haze. I went back to New Jersey, than back to Yankton, went to
San Mateo, California, and Gillette, Wyoming and somehow back to Yankton once again.
I no longer was concerned about holding a job. I just wanted to stay drunk or stoned. This lifestyle ended up
with me being homeless. Again, the exact time frame is kind of sketchy, but it was around a year to a year and a
half.
"Lived" in the parks around Yankton or by the river. Got some inheritance money which took me to the west
coast and ended up back on the streets within a month. Sleeping under bridges or in wooded areas just off a
main highway, in a refrigerator box.
This lifestyle put me in a lot of strange situations and a couple of times feared for my life. It was during this time
frame in Gillette, Wyoming that I tried heroin for the first (and last) time. The fear of needles didn't bother me
much because in California got into the habit of shooting cocaine.
events of that time are lost in a drug induced haze. I went back to New Jersey, than back to Yankton, went to
San Mateo, California, and Gillette, Wyoming and somehow back to Yankton once again.
I no longer was concerned about holding a job. I just wanted to stay drunk or stoned. This lifestyle ended up
with me being homeless. Again, the exact time frame is kind of sketchy, but it was around a year to a year and a
half.
"Lived" in the parks around Yankton or by the river. Got some inheritance money which took me to the west
coast and ended up back on the streets within a month. Sleeping under bridges or in wooded areas just off a
main highway, in a refrigerator box.
This lifestyle put me in a lot of strange situations and a couple of times feared for my life. It was during this time
frame in Gillette, Wyoming that I tried heroin for the first (and last) time. The fear of needles didn't bother me
much because in California got into the habit of shooting cocaine.
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Hitch-hiking...
On the travels page is a rough outlined map of the major highways I traveled. Mostly done during the early 80s,
it was a heck of an experience. People fed me good and I even got a place to stay for a week. Only once did I
feel threatened on a ride. It happened in Utah and till this day I don't like talking about.
I know the times have changed and hitch-hiking is pretty dangerous, but I enjoyed it and every ride took me on a
new adventure.
it was a heck of an experience. People fed me good and I even got a place to stay for a week. Only once did I
feel threatened on a ride. It happened in Utah and till this day I don't like talking about.
I know the times have changed and hitch-hiking is pretty dangerous, but I enjoyed it and every ride took me on a
new adventure.
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For some insane reason during my homeless/hitch-hiking days, I met a woman during my travels. I dragged her
along to Yankton from New Jersey and her dad came and got her out of that mess. But I wouldn't give up on our
relationship which brought me to San Mateo, California. We got back together and one drunken night drove to
Reno and got married. The marriage legally lasted a little over two years, but morally it was over within a week. I
hit the road (hitch-hiking) and got out of that mess. It's bad enough when one person is a drunk in a
relationship, but when both are drunks, it's a nightmare. We physically destroyed each other. And through her I
learned a whole new set of nasty games.
Second marriage lasted for eight years. She already had four kids and we "played house." Everything I was in
my first marriage was reversed in the second one. The first, I beat my wife, the second I beat the kids. At this
time in my life alcohol was a 24-7 project. Through my drinking and abuse we separated and after two years of
living apart I filed for divorce.
Third marriage is my present one. My step-daughter from this marriage is more of a daughter to me than my
own. (I adopted one from the second marriage.) I've been with this family since she turned five and watched her
grow into a wonderful young lady. I also have two step-sons from this marriage who didn't need a dad when I
came into the picture. They were both in their teens and had become use to being on their own.
It is through this marriage, with Betty, that I learned about love and support. It has been truly a marriage
"through sickness and health."
Through these marriages I don't have any biological children. Though that doesn't mean I don't have a child. A
child was born in 1982 to a gal I was mentally using at the time. A boy was born, named David. I never claimed
responsibility for that boy, nor did she ever ask me too.
And in hindsight it probably was for the best. My drinking destroyed a lot of people's lives. Though someday, I
wonder if we will ever meet.
along to Yankton from New Jersey and her dad came and got her out of that mess. But I wouldn't give up on our
relationship which brought me to San Mateo, California. We got back together and one drunken night drove to
Reno and got married. The marriage legally lasted a little over two years, but morally it was over within a week. I
hit the road (hitch-hiking) and got out of that mess. It's bad enough when one person is a drunk in a
relationship, but when both are drunks, it's a nightmare. We physically destroyed each other. And through her I
learned a whole new set of nasty games.
Second marriage lasted for eight years. She already had four kids and we "played house." Everything I was in
my first marriage was reversed in the second one. The first, I beat my wife, the second I beat the kids. At this
time in my life alcohol was a 24-7 project. Through my drinking and abuse we separated and after two years of
living apart I filed for divorce.
Third marriage is my present one. My step-daughter from this marriage is more of a daughter to me than my
own. (I adopted one from the second marriage.) I've been with this family since she turned five and watched her
grow into a wonderful young lady. I also have two step-sons from this marriage who didn't need a dad when I
came into the picture. They were both in their teens and had become use to being on their own.
It is through this marriage, with Betty, that I learned about love and support. It has been truly a marriage
"through sickness and health."
Through these marriages I don't have any biological children. Though that doesn't mean I don't have a child. A
child was born in 1982 to a gal I was mentally using at the time. A boy was born, named David. I never claimed
responsibility for that boy, nor did she ever ask me too.
And in hindsight it probably was for the best. My drinking destroyed a lot of people's lives. Though someday, I
wonder if we will ever meet.
Family life...
before and after the insanity...
before and after the insanity...
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