Brian Garnier:
CLASS OF 1978
Costa Mesa High SchoolClass of 1978
Costa mesa, CA
Edison High SchoolClass of 1978
Huntington beach, CA
Hoover High SchoolClass of 1974
Fresno, CA
Brian's Story
Well...life has definately been an e-ticket attraction so far. After a year & a half of high school, I shoved my favorite things into a backpack and at the age of 15, headed out to see the world...with my thumb out. After 2 years of hitchin', heavy drinking and lots of drugs, I was back home in Costa Mesa. Well, not exactly home...I was living in the tractor tire at Tewinkle Park.
When winter hit, I decided that the park was no place to be, so I enlisted in the U.S. Navy as a Sonar Tech. After Basic, I was stationed at an anti-submarine warfare base in San Diego (1978). We considered ourselves the "elite". Heck, we surely must have been the elite, we had a beer machine right in the barracks...35 cents a can. After much more drinking & drugging (no drug tests on our base), I was kicked out of the Navy for having epilepsy (from head injury while playing football). So after 6 months as a sailor who never sailed, I was back on the street. (side note: while on my first 2 week leave after Navy bootcamp, I ran into a friend of mine from high school. I asked him if he wanted to snort some coke...his reply was "Why do you want to waste it?", So at the age of 17, I became an intravenous drug user. I started out main-lining coke, then turned to crystal meth (crank)...Expand for more
, crosstops, black beauties, etc. Eventually I was so psychologically addicted, I could shoot tap water and get a rush off of it).
Joined a small street gang called the "Ghetto Gang" (more partying than fighting). We hung out in the ghetto apartments on El Camino. Lots more drinking & drugging. Woke up one time with lots of my skin missing and my sheets stuck to me...I asked my roommate what happened and he said "Don't you remember? You rode your motorcycle home from the party last night. You should see it, it's in worse condition than you are". I had blacked-out the entire past evening...I was in a bad place in life and was quickly getting worse. Eventually, I got pulled over on my motorcycle, driving on a suspended license, one time too many (8th offense). They added violation of probation, charged me with a felony and told me that I was to be used as an example, as to what happens when you continually break the same law. The D.A. offered me 2 years in Chino State Prison, if I would plead guilty (Prison time for riding my motorcycle?). I called my roommate Terry Moore, and had him sell my car, my motorcycle, my drum set, basically sell everything I owned and bail me out of jail...2 days later, I was on a plane to Alaska.
More to come as I have time...
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