I was born in a crossfire hurricane. A wild card up my sleeve. Raised in a lion's den.  Got my mojo workin'. Can't find a better man. I get by with a little help from milf friends. That's his grandma over there. I've been from Tuscon to Tucumcari. Everybody knows this is nowhere. And I guess that I just don't know.

 

     They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy. I'm a teenage labotomy. Wish I could fly but I can't even swim. Too much trippin' and my souls worn thin. Eight sided whispering hallelujah hatrack. No sleep 'til Brooklyn Decker.

 

     Some people call me the space cowboy. They call me the breeze. They call me Mellow Yellow. And all I see is little dots. Gonna raise hell at the union hall.

 

I am the Zomby Woof.  I'm a believer. I'm hooked on a feelin'. I'm the man in the box. I'm the ocean, I'm the giant undertow.  I'm going home in a helicopter. Movement of Jah people.

 

     My Maserati does 185. I ride the heavens on a gyroscope. Don't move your lip, just shake your hip. So please go all the way. I listen to the finest worksong. I can see for miles and miles. I'm wide awake with memories. Whipping post! You guessed it. And I want to be a paperback writer.

 

​     Fall Without Jerry is my first novel. If you like the Grateful Dead then check it out and read it, you will enjoy it. I went to over 60 Dead shows, mostly in the northeast, but also in Colorado and California. I'm a big fan of The Other One and The Eleven, especially the older versions from the late 60's early 70's. Crackling with energy they could power Hoover Dam.