If your name isn't in the book and you feel 'left out' -- my apologies.  I had a 'gross-out contest' (what the fuck is a 'gross-out contest'?This book exists on the premise that somebody, somewhere, is interested in who I am, how I got that way, and what the fuck I'm talking about. ) with Captain Beefheart and we both ate shit on stage.Hundreds of Finger Lakes and regional businesses do business with us every month.
2 There Goes the Neighborhood 3 An Alternative to College 4 Are We Having a Good Time Yet? I think it is good that books still exist, but they make me sleepy.I thought there ought to be at least ONE, somewhere, that had real stuff in it.Please be advised that this book does not pretend to be some sort of 'complete' oral history.I guess it was convenient for them to have a 'secret code' -- but not teaching the kids the language may have had something to do with their desire to assimilate.
(It was not fashionable to be of 'foreign extraction' in the U. during World War II.) We used to live in the Army housing facility in Edgewood, Maryland.
For the records, folks: I never took a shit on stage, and the closest I ever came to eating shit anywhere was at a Holiday Inn buffet in Fayetteville, North Carolina, in 1973.