Aloha From My Studio,

I am revisiting My past, through memory stimuli brought out by contacting past friends and fiends of various substance abuse episodes We Shared, with Entirely different Slants on what happened. These Friends or Fiends are ignoring me as though I never existed. I save a persons Life, by carrying their body in a Saint Vitus Dance D'Resistance, Commandeering A Car From A Town Visitor, Driving To The Clinic and demanding Immediate Attention, Pronouncing No Vitals Present and Using Electric Shock plus Adrenaline to the Heart revived That Person 5 minutes Past being pronounced DEAD. That Next Day I was approached by the Brother, whom brandished a 25 cal. Berretta, that I Snatched Away, He Then Pursued to reverse The Situation and called the Police whom approached me without any evidence and literally told me to leave town Tomorrow. I Complied, when they explained that I could be charged with Capital Murder if That person Died. I Saved Her Life. Her Girl Friend Jill,and Her were Shooting Cocaine all day long in the Cribs that Her Family Owned. I didn't want to be the Fall Guy. She had destroyed Our Child with Her Reckless Abandon and Went To Denver For An Abortion. My Truck was shot up by the Sheriff and They had never even paid me for the 4 ½ years of Enslavement. I was in Love and They played Me Like A Fiddle. She Had memory Loss and Couldn't Even Care About My Health and Welfare.

I returned a few times to Telluride to work on the Jazz Festival, and Bike Races. I was a Constant Promoter Of everything Telluride in a Positive light until I lost My Eyesight, and was reduced to Poverty, and further disabled by a Hit & Run on Maui, Hawaii, while riding a Bike at Night on the sidewalk, with lights and reflectors. I needed Help, and everyone deserted My Plea's for Help and Assistance. I Had lens replacement Surgery in December and Now I Can See Like it Was A Miracle. I can get around without a cane and My pain is reducing. I can't Tax The Town Of Telluride or get any Benefits From Those Years of Minimum Wage Rules That Make Wage Slaves Work For The Wealthy Land Barons, Used up and Disposed Like Yesterdays News. It's Still Going On Today. Those Ski Bums, Kitchen Staff, Bartenders, Waiters and Waitresses All Get Old and Die before Their Time. People Do Anything To Survive in Environments That Are Harsh and Unforgiving Like a Winter Storm in Telluride. I Brought My Everything and Left with Nothing. I Felt Like My World Was Forced Outside During A Crucial Moment Of Realization. I Was Never Loved In The Community, or even Liked. My Only Crime Was Loving The Town Daughter and Thinking She Loved Me More Then The Other Dozen Guys She Brought To Telluride. If Enough Talented People Gather Anywhere, That Place Begins To Shape Around Their Plans Of Development. Telluride was a Planned Development That profited The Original Conspirators, that included My Sweet Heart, The Love Of My Life, My Common Law Wife Whom Never Remembered Or Even Thought I Was Any Value. At 64 and recuperating, rehabilitating, and communicating this story to everyone, I Hope To Influence Change in Communities Like Telluride, and In The Hearts and Minds Of Men. STOP the Abuse of People by keeping Them on a treadmill of the Wage Slave, never going anywhere and needing Relief from all the Pain, Imagined or Not! Let The Slave BEWARE! ALOHA

THOMAS JOHN TAYLOR

thomasjohntaylor@gmail.com