LEONARD BLATT:
CLASS OF 1977
Ventura Senior High SchoolClass of 1977
Ventura, CA
Santa Barbara High SchoolClass of 1978
Santa barbara, CA
Mar Vista High SchoolClass of 1976
Ventura, CA
Washington Elementary SchoolClass of 1971
Ventura, CA
Avenue Elementary SchoolClass of 1971
Ventura, CA
LEONARD's Story
Once upon a time ...
If you don't remember me, I had red hair and freckles and drove to school in a white '66 Charger. I was the class clown.
In Washington elementary school, my father owned the Muntz car stereo store around the corner.
When I was 10 years old, the principle wrapped duct tape around my fingers because I flipped people off.
John Page hit me up for my 35 cents lunch money. I refused to hand it over; I ran from him. I ran down a long hall, the end of which the doors were locked. I was trapped. In a last act of defiance, I threw my math book at him and rolled up in the fetal position, ready to get my ass kicked. ...Instead, I heard this weeping. Apparently, my book hit John right in the face.
In Buena High, after the art teacher had me suspended for painting erotica, i returned and threw 12 eggs at him as he was teaching class. To my surprise, the students were not in favor of this. They were in hot pursuit, but I got away while the teacher was left with egg on his face. I was suspended again for ripping up a swastika arm band that a classmate showed me in science class. (I'm a Jew, and I thought he was trying to offend me; I didn't know it was a war souvenir) I moved to Santa Barbara and they tried to give me a high school diploma, but I threw it in the trash.
A Marine recruiter called me ...Expand for more
and invited me for an interview. After 20 minutes, he told me, "You are extremely intelligent; I can just about guarantee you that if you join the Marines, you will soon be in a leadership position." I told him, "that's fine, but if you put a gun in my hand I can't guarantee which way I'll point it." The recruiter never called back. Golly.
I moved to Haight-Ashbury and became a hard-core hippie -- even though the era for that had long passed. Then I spent 3 years traveling in North Africa, communist Europe, the middle east, and lived on a kibbutz. Then I came back to USA and moved to Santa Barbara and published an underground newspaper called the Enlightening Bolt.'Vinchly, I grew up and stopped being a hippie. I had two rilly cool kids. Then I became a militant Father's rights activist and spent 4 years in a maximum federal penitentiary for my activities. Later I escaped from federal custody, and police attempted to re-capture me 3 times but I got away. On the third time, I was shot with a rubber bullet in the back of the head and was captured. I was sentenced to another 6 months in prison for the escape. Now I live in Seattle, having no interest in grunge, coffee, or geekdom, but doing civil rights litigation for fathers. I travel to Ventura and Santa Barbara often. ... And they lived happily ever after.
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