A Bag Of Donuts

In the summer of ’73, my family and I had just moved to Los Angeles. With no place to live and no money, we found ourselves staying at a mission on skid row. It was not the best place for an 11-year-old boy. This was the turning point of my life.

Not having any other kids to play with, I would walk the streets, and I met many types of people. normal people would call them drunks, bums and tramps; I called them my friends and my teachers. The streets were my classroom.

Alcohol was the first step into my new life… (Update: no longer available online “A Bag Of Donuts”)

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