1. From Sheep
to Red Bricks
to Wolf Packs
It all began in a far more vulnerable time in my life as
I went from sheep to red bricks to wolf packs then my
dog made me look bad then something in my mind
actually wanted to kill me.
Lets just understand something that being a sheep or
a wolf only has derogatory connotations if utilized as
opposites because both sheep and wolves are beautiful
animals.
The connotation of a sheep would be traced back to
Grants Pass, Oregon the sheltered rural community
where I was born with loving grandparents, mother aunt
and two uncles.
The red brick were when with my mother and
stepfather whom returned from Vietnam moved to the
East Coast to Arlington Virginia across the bridge from
Washington DC. We lived in red brick apartments and
the community had a real military mentality to it.
Now for the wolf packs, it was right after my daughter
was born when in 1970 we moved back across the states
to the west coast, not back to Grants Pass, Oregon but to
Oakland, California. Oakland is a place well known for
its' crime rates, racial tensions, and gangly activities.
Two years after the assassination of Martin Luther King

2. we moved into a hand me down house on 35th Avenue
right across the street from an apartment which housed
an entirely negro American community. It makes sense
why my sister would thrive better, acculturated at day
one.
It was in 1973 when we moved to our second house in
the Diamond District when I got my firs dog part
German Shepard and part wolf. Blackie had an attitude
and so did I and on our walks she would go out of her
way to snap at people, making me look bad in the worst
possible way.
It would make sense why something in my mind
wanted to kill me by the time I was a teen and young
adult right. It would make sense also that I would be in
recovery. For those of you whom don't know there is a
developmental model of recovery which has a blue dog
and a red dog. A blue dog would be the recovered well to
do while the red dog would be the spiraling drunk. The
method is to completely disown the red dog until he
keels over to resurrect him as a blue dog.
Of course no one ever gets a word in edgewise on the
beloved velvet dogs whom are in fact the majority. A
velvet dog is a normie. It makes sense because both red
and blue are primary colors whereas as blue and red
together make velvet so that the red dog and the blue dog
would in fact be a split polarity of the greater riff raff
ruff ruff.
Now about my dearly beloved sheep and my dearly
beloved wolf packs well I did learn to be happy go lucky
in harms way. Except this is my resolve for all of my
future lives that if I'm born amongst then stay amongst,

3. navigate with, and referee for the wolves. Any time I'm
born amongst sheep then the universe is offering me a
respite whereas and wherefore I will stay with the sheep