chapter/ the history demeanor and decay of Sausalito California by Peter romanowsky

The history and demeanor and philosophy of a place called Sausalito California on the north side of the Golden Gate Bridge . I first said foot massage when I was around 16 in 1964 while living at 66 Hillcrest in Larkspur California, a short while away from Sausalito and when I first set foot and sausages it was like for lack of a better word magic, an artist Paradise and the Bohemian dream of rich and funky delic colors and rustic and ornate and Rich and hippie, expanding and including all things from the left to the right from up and down , from inside out and from within and in a psychedelic curse and dream of the knowledge of Good and Evil frutate's perfectly in the garden County of Sausalito and the largest safest Bay in the world of which is under assault by corporate Pirates and funded partially by organized crime , is my educated opinion , living in Marin County as long as I have and rumors and history of organized crime figures like Baby Face Nelson who hit out in Sausalito disguised as a soda jerk and as a parking lot manager . Until the only police officer in town on the beat recognized him and he made his escape and of course I'll see those known for his bootlegging and Speak Easy and the mayor Sausalito was arrested for his partition patient and it's got a lot is he built the same boats for the rum runners as he did for the authorities and of kind of like the cigarette boats of Florida of which the drug traffickers and the Coast Guard both , equally used . The Fireside in an old historic building between Mill Valley and Sausalito was reputed to be a hideout or a hang out for organized crime , no doubt when they came to town and the town mayor of Madden who went to jail or prison for a spell for his involvement in run-rumming if I recall again , ran for mayor of Sausalito again and got reelected . Ironically mayor Madden had the same name as a top Mafia boss from the East Coast , also involved in bootlegging and stretching if I recall all the way to the West Coast and to go to my Carefree and psychedelicos Meandering of my mind , through the caverns of my mind and the clear bright pristine and heaven like air of Marin County and Sausalito or like something from a dream book , after growing up in the suburbs of Los Angeles California beginning in Redondo Beach as a small child and then to Reseda California and then again to Forestville California , where I attended Analy High School briefly before moving with my parents two beautiful Larkspur California and Redwood High School where also Robin Williams spent his last year of high school before going to college of Marin to study theater before becoming a street artist and being discovered on the street to go directly to the Mork and Mindy show on television and of course he attended Juilliard back east before the spending his last year in public high school , after going to and attending private schools . Myself going to Redwood High I found it was very austere looking and without any vegetation around it except a short distance away with a beautiful Creek that we could escape to off campus of which we weren't technically allowed as we were at Annalee High in Sebastopol / forestville of which had opened campus of which was astonishing to me coming from the Los Angeles School District of which Allowed no such opening campuses to my knowledge or to my experience . We had a smoking area behind the Little Theater at Redwood High School and I was terrible sports and Athletics and was more of a dreamer and a philosopher for my youth and lover of beauty , peace and charm , in a chaotic world of bumbling and stumbling through life and looking for the way and trying to find not only my reason for existence but for the reason of existence in general , of which we all love and appreciate unless we're suffering from some massive chemical imbalance or satanic Warfare .                Words fail to describe the inner feelings and undulations of moving into a redwood forest and Bay Tree with Oak County of Marin with lingering beatniks from the past to the hipsters and then to the hippies all combined here and then one with houseboats and arcs along the cord of their Creek which attaches to the Bay of which is indicated on a map made by the chaplain if I recall of Sir Francis Drake and of which Cordo Madera Creek or Slough is an extension of San Francisco Bay and could be seen outside my valley floor view from King Mountain in Larkspur and the valley and the slough is where I first stepped into a sailing dinghy and was my playground with my hoodlum friends at the time as young people seem to be our act like , without being born again after time and was a leader of a gang called The Purple Gang of which was involved in mischief and petty crime and including a burglary of a doctor's office of which nothing was found except fingerprints left and of which miraculously and outbreak of warts on my hand , didn't show up on the fingerprints , because the world's totally disappeared I was thinking in my mind that this is a miracle , in hindsight if that was the case for the police had me and my brother a fingerprinted and nothing was found . My hands or hand was completely free of words and if there were any other fingerprints the prince did not match anymore and is my convoluted fingering in hindsight at this time and Only God knows what really happened . So Meandering in my young and developing mind , I was always sort of a nervous child or kid or even teenager and never quite feeling secure unless I was involved in some mischief to overcome feelings of inferiority and awkwardness , especially in my teenage years when all of us feel the same and our powerless and envy growing up as we envy  Our Youth and in retrospect now.                             Crashing around in our brains through trial and error, seeking the truth and the meaning of life and being a nurse sort of child and paranoid often of which was initially exacerbated by the smoking marijuana early on, as a teen on my brain was still developing and aggravated my already paranoid nervous and self-loathing esteem that I had of myself when not doing some sort of Mischief as a distraction as I Came Upon a beauty queen in my neighborhood of beautiful arts for California and of course her name was Jenny and turn me on to my first dose of marijuana of what she got from Sonny and Cher's closed designer and it is all new to me and being with Jenny who look like a Italian dream or French like with dark hair and a chisel and beautiful face and we smoke marijuana together for the first time and when she held the smoke in her lungs her lips look like they were wanting to kiss me as she's holding her breath and we never touched or did any such thing and she was that in the love of my heart and yeah I felt still like I'm nobody with nothing and no fancy car or clothes . I remember the stereo playing and listening to music the first time on marijuana and how beautiful the music sounded like I have never heard it sound like that before and I still have my experience to this day even after some 36 years of abstinence from the use of marijuana and the use of it today in a THC vaporizer to control arthritic back pain and depression in general at the age of 75 and still separated from my family after 40 years with a reunion with my son coming up in a few days hallelujah . All this time I still have not found the truth or the meaning of life or am I meaning in Life or a purpose in life , other than to seek for the meaning of life and meanwhile in Sausalito , there was a continual circus and party atmosphere and it was the height of the 60s and everything was new and blossoming , before the Hell's Angels brought methamphetamine into town , so to speak !