Morris Roy:  

Life I got off to a bad start... as a kid I didn't seem to live up to my family's expectations, the schools expectations, no one's expectations... not even my own. After getting thrown out of La Sierra on my Dad's birthday in 1961 (I think it was) and running amuck for a while I tried to escape into the navy which didn't work either. They told me I was dumber than I already thought I was and threw me out for being undesirable. So I went back to work at the Courier and then switched over to the Carmichael Printing Co for a couple years... and then I moved to S.F. in an effort to deal with my drinking and try get another start on things with a better job. Needless to say geographical changes don’t usually help with drinking situations because where ever one goes, not only is there alcohol, but they take the problem (themselves) with them. When I got tired of seeing everything there was to see in the City, I started buying books and hiding out with them in my apartment, the park or the beach. Wasn’t long before I fell in with the flower children and psychedelics And thought I’d found the answer to my problem only to wakeup a few years later to realize that it was the same problem over again… just different scenery. But then in a sense, maybe it was the solution as it drew me to the attention of the authorities who basically rescued me from myself before I could do what I seen some of those folks do, (turn themselves into permanent members of the vegetable kingdom), by locking my rear up for my behavior. In there they gave me a series of tests and showed me that I wasn't as dumb as I thought. I couldn’...Expand for more