FALL

In 1987 I had gone back East.  I was painting in a restaurant called, Cafe Einstien on Race St. in Phill. Pa.

I was up in a sky light when the ladder slipped.  I broke both arms.  The left elbow was crushed.  A piece of bone got lost.  I had three operations and was in casts for a year. 

The last was the worst.  They put a cast around my center and a stick held my left arm out.  I planted a flag  in it.  My Dad and the bitch he was married too kicked me out like that.

I ended up living in a car in Wildwood, N.J. where a benevolent Jew helped me out and let me draw on his pier.  Another one bought him out and started charging me rent.