January 3 1975 The Streets of San Pedro are cold, wet, and lonely. A child walks alone in the night, the smell of fish and chips hovers from above. There is a swap, a tare, if you will. The seed of destruction has been planted. Tick One is here. June 5 1980-September 1990 The lost years April 11 1991 After returning from a recent trip, deep in the jungle, studying the movements, eating habits as well as the culture of the local native tribe "Co KL AA HEE". Tick One had discovered he'd been suffering from a schizophrenic personality disorder and had actually spent several months living in Griffith Park. May 13 1991 County Psychiatric Hospital Cigarettes are traded, favors are given, favors are returned, cigarettes are traded, favors are given, favors are returned, cigarettes are traded... March 4 1994 The cage hurts, not enough room to stand, or lay down. It's dark in here. Hello...Hello... March 10 1994 Paint, that's what I do, art, that's all I'm here for. The world, that is what I fuck. Sleep..... Tick One

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