An Authentic Life v 1.2 - Universalist Radha-Krishnaism

whatever was wrong with me. It said something like,
“Do you or have you ever.” I checked everything I
could think of from bedwetting to nightmares, drug
use and homosexual tendencies. Stuttering and appearing
like a mental wreck, he saw I wasn’t Army
material and gave me a 1-Y classification saying there
was no need for future reexamination.
As I checked out to leave, they asked if I wanted
counseling to get myself straightened out. I told them,
“No, I like being this way.” They gave me a voucher
for free lunch at a local restaurant, and I left a free
man.
Carolyn and I
After a while, I a got a job as a substitute carrier and
clerk with the post office. I rented a studio apartment
in the Haight and did abstract painting. I entered my
work in a post office art show in Golden Gate Park.
Carolyn and Richard decided to give up their shop
and wholesale earrings they made. They suggested I
share a two bedroom apartment with them. I agreed.
At the time, I was going with a cute eighteen year old
named Mary who I met at the Avalon Ballroom. She
lived with her parents in Daly City. When she visited
me, we did acid and made love.
One day, we sat in the living room talking. There
was a loud knock on the door and we heard, “It’s the
police. Open up.” Richard grabbed his shotgun and
stood pointing it at the door in case they broke in,
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