Well here goes, some of my favorite times on the strip or 14th street area happened after dark. like going into the Varsity on 14th street and being told you can’t come in dressed like that so shedding your clothes…. only once mind you! The times of copping behind Atlantis Rising from Derrick and wondering if he would ever return with your stuff only to realize he wouldn’t…flew to L.A. with the tickets he found in the pocket of a coat he “borrowed” from another mark. Hearing the wild stories of Jamaica from Stevie Parker or climbing out of windows on 13th street squats when the cops were coming in the front….Yeah those were the daze my friends we thought we’d never end….

KerryThornley used to give me handouts of his life…it was something I became used to what I never got quite used to was running into him. I was on a bus in south Atlanta that I had never ridden and he sits down beside me and starts showing me his latest printing just like it was the most normal thing to do, and it was after a while. It got so I could walk into a restaurant and he’d be serving me or eating whatever. I just got to a point where seeing Kerry was a matter of life and now I miss him, sleep tight little brother.

[Kerry J. Thornley, was an unusual  personage with an amazing life that defies Logic. Google him and Oswald and JFK]