Friday, July 21, 2006

My Life With Charles Manson Chapter The Twentieth


Chapter 20

The following morning, the three of us were up early, Crockett was scrambling eggs and frying bacon while Brooks and I packed the mining gear and filled the canteens. We’d stayed up much of the night discussing what had happened. We’d stayed up much of the night discussing what had happened. I’d told them what Charlie had said to me. Brooks suggested we split. Crockett said no.

“I ain’t goin’ anyplace… we got our work here, and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna be run off.”

Our “success” with Charlie during that initial encounter was due to several factors: for one thing, Crockett anticipated Charlie would use fear tactics to influence us; though I knew nothing about the Tate-La Bianca murders (which was also in our favor), I had experienced Charlie’s fear games before. Too, Crockett had been prepared for Charlie by Brooks and me. We’d been spouting his rap for months, so that nothing he said was new to Crockett. Crockett’s validity, meanwhile, had been established in Charlie’s mind by the mere fact that Brooks, Juanita, Bo, Stephanie, and I had defected. Equally disturbing, perhaps, in light of my claim of a “psychic barrier” on the canyon, was Charlie’s inability to get his trucks and supplies up to the ranch. Charlie knew enough about psychic power to realize that such phenomena were possible, and after meeting Crockett, however briefly, it became clear to him that the old miner was for real. In a single afternoon the stage was set for what was to become a battle of nerves.
The month that followed was both bizarre and frightening.

While we ate that morning, Crockett reiterated what he’d said the night before. “The idea is not to take anything from Charlie – not even Snake, Paul. We don’t need to make any agreements with him… we have all we need right here – a mine to dig, a good garden, plenty to keep us busy. We put our attention on what we have.”

Brooks and I both sensed that Crockett was intrigued by Charlie and that part of his motivation to stay was prompted by his own curiosity. Crockett loved games. When Brooks asked him what he thought about Charles Manson, Crockett replied succinctly, “He has a lot of power.”

We’d no more than stepped out the door when Snake appeared at the gate and motioned to me. Dressed in skin-tight Levi’s and a transparent silk halter top, she stood leaning against the fencepost. Charlie wasn’t wasting any time. While I spoke with Snake, Crockett and Brooks started down the wash. She asked what I was doing and I told her we had work to do.

“Charlie wants you to come up and make some music. He brought tapes of the stuff we recorded at Spahn’s.”

“Maybe later.”

Charlie knew my greatest tie to the Family was the music. A lot of the work was mine. He also knew how tight I was with Snake. She asked if I was coming back with the Family.

I said no, and started down the wash after Brooks and Crockett.

“I’ll come back later, Paul,” she called after me.

It was around nine o’clock and already hot; the sides of the wash loomed up on either side of me as I scrambled over the boulders, then descended to the creek bed. I spotted Brooks and Paul far down the wash, Crockett in front wearing a red bandanna tied around his neck, and Brooks just behind him. I could see the tire tracks from Charlie’s dune buggies in the sand, and yellow paint on an outcropping of rock where the vehicles had scraped the canyon walls. I thought about Snake and decided then that I would make love with her. What I had going with her (in my mind) had nothing to do with Charlie. Submitting to any of the other girls would be different, like taking of Charlie’s hospitality. But with Snake I had established a separate relationship. That night, when we got back to Barker’s, she was there… and I was horny. I knew Charlie had sent her, but it didn’t matter. I took her up to the bunkhouse and we made love.

Later, when Crockett asked me what happened, I told him.

He shook his head. “You’re a fool,” he muttered.

“Maybe so, but I feel a lot better.”

Around eleven the next morning Stanley Berry pulled into the yard and parked his pickup. Brooks was on the porch; I heard him call out to Stanley.

Stanley’s here,” I shouted to Crockett.

Crockett came out of the bathroom as Stanley entered the house, handing me a letter as he did so.

“Letter sent to Bob’s post-office box in Vegas.” Stanley poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. He was second oldest of the Berry brothers and by far the mose irascible. He had crew-cut black hair, a chubby face, and walked like a portly, disoriented penguin. He wore a rancid sweat-stained felt hat, which he took off and set on the table.

“Hundred and thirty in Ballarat at eight this mornin’,” he said, more to himself than to any of us.

“Got to go to L.A.,” I announced. “Induction physical… Shit!”

“Finally gonna do somethin’ fer yer country, are ya?” Stanley jibed. “’Stead o’ hangin’ around with this no good rock hound.”

Crockett sat down with a cup of coffee and took out his cards.

How’re Bob and Juanita getting’ along?” he asked.

“Got married Sunday… no, Saturday… and left the state.” Stanley slurped at his coffee. “No great loss… as a miner, Bob wasn’t worth two tits on a boar.” He set his cup down. “What’s all the to-do up at Meyers’? I seen two spanking-new dune buggies sittin’ out front… seen a couple of guys down in the wash too, drivin’ motorcycles; said they was headed up here.”

“More supplies for Charlie,” I said, looking at Brooks. “Probably Bill Vance.”

“Well,” Stanley said, getting to his feet, “I got to stop at Meyers’ and pick up some of my tools, then I’m headin’ back to Vegas; anyone want a ride?”

“Yeah, I’ll ride with you… then hitchhike to L.A. and make that physical by Monday.”

Crockett glanced up from his cards, “Good idea.”

“Yeah, ya might get lucky,” Stanley joked, “get drafted… go to Veet-Nam.”

“Would you draft him?” Crockett asked dryly. “Either one of ‘em?”

Stanley looked at me, then at Brooks. “Yeah, I see what ya mean.”

I smiled and flipped Crockett off.

Stanley grinned. “Hey, little Paul, that reminds me, ya know what a taint is, don’t ya? Think he’s old enough to hear this, Big Paul?… Ya know, Brooks?”

“Nope, what’s a taint?”

“Ya know that little space in there between the pussy and the asshole?” He paused, his eyes dancing from me to Brooks. “Well, taint pussy and taint asshole!”

Stanley’s laugh sounded like a flock of startled poultry.

I ripped off a booming fart. “Let’s go,” I said.

On our way out, we stopped at the Meyers ranch so Stanley could pick up his tools; Clem and Bruce were sitting outside with Brenda and Sandy. The dune buggies were pulled right up to the house; boxes of supplies lay strewn along the narrow porch. Charlie appeared on the porch with Squeaky as Stanley and I got out of the truck. He was all smiles. He told Stanley that he was welcome to any tools or equipment he saw lying around. Stanley thought that right neighborly and immediately loaded his truck with backpacks, picks, and shovels that Charlie had brought up from Spahn’s It was obvious to me that Stanley’s eagerness to actually take the stuff pissed Charlie off. That was Charlie’s way with people: offer them everything so as to immediately put them in his debt. Usually the offer was enough. The first day I met Charlie he offered me food, shelter, a harem of women – his entire life-style – asking only that in exchange I “cease to exist,” a fate that could well have become Stanley’s had he ever returned to the Meyers ranch while Charlie was there, which he didn’t. Several days later, Charlie would tell Crockett, “When Stanley comes back up here, I’m gonna bury him.” We considered it part of Charlie’s ongoing fear games, not knowing that by then he’d been responsible for at least eight murders.

I attended my physical in L.A. on a Monday morning and before noon was classified as unfit for military service. A well-thought-out spiel on the virtues of drugs in expanding consciousness (plus my police record) was enough apparently to make me “undesirable.” That afternoon I hitchhiked up to Spahn’s to find Juan, only to learn that he had left for Golar Canyon. In the meantime, Brenda had returned to Spahn’s to deliver a message to Clem and Gypsy: Charlie wanted them to come to the Meyers ranch at once and to bring a load of motor parts. Brenda hailed me as I approached the boardwalk, and I walked down to the corral, where she and Clem were sitting on the chassis of a dune buggy smoking a joint.

Brenda informed me they were driving back to the desert later that afternoon and that I was welcome to ride with them. I thanked her and told her I would. She asked why I hadn’t come back to the Family, saying that Charlie was hurt by me and that I was needed. By then, Brenda had become one of Charlie’s heaviest and most dependable girls. She could talk his rap and get things done. And in contrast to some of the others, she never appeared spaced-out or lethargic. Yet, Charlie had a firm hold on her. Like everyone else, she had been ordered to work on me.

Clem, on the other hand, was totally blitzed, and sat slouched over the steering wheel of the dune buggy, his eyes glassy, his hair matted and snarled; he wore buckskins and a hunting knife on his belt. He appeared stiff, almost cadaverous, as though the essence of what was once Steve Grogan had been drained out of his body and replaced by a recording that mumbled bits and snatches about Helter-Skelter and the piggies and how beautiful it would all be when the young love came to the desert.

Later, on the ride back to the desert, he became animated. He was driving, while Brenda sat between us. “Hey,” he said, “heard about Shorty… huh?”

I didn’t reply. I just looked straight ahead over the tops of boulders fronting on the horizon, and beyond them to the mountains, which were cast in crimson, as if a fire were burning somewhere beneath my vision. I did not want to believe what Clem was saying, but I knew it was true, and he didn’t stop talking.

“… Yeah, it was a trip, you know. I never seen so much blood… it was all over everything. But he wouldn’t die… he jest wouldn’t die… he kept sayin’, ‘Why, Charlie, why? Why, Steve, why?’ And we just kept stabbin’ him… me and Bruce and Tex and Charlie. ‘You know why, motherfucker?’ Charlie says… but he wouldn’t shut up… So when Charlie told me, I took the machete and chopped his head off so he’d stop talkin’… and it just rolled off the trail, bloop… bloop… bloop… into the weeds.”

I didn’t tell Brooks and Crockett what Clem had said. I justified it by trying to convince myself it wasn’t true, that it would be a weakness. I wanted to be strong and not tell them. Yet, deep down, in the truest part of myself, which was only then becoming partially accessible, I knew it was true, that everything I had been committed to in the Manson Family had turned foul, irrevocably malignant.

Juan spent two days at the Meyers place with Charlie and the Family, then moved into the Barker ranch with us; he said very little, but I sensed he knew a lot. Meanwhile, more supplies arrived for Charlie – stolen dune buggies, Harleys, weapons, food supplies. Helter-Skelter was in full swing, happening just as Charlie had described. There was still a part of me, even then, that thought maybe he was right; Brooks and Juan expressed similar feelings, yet we all recoiled at “the reality” of what the Family had become. It is not easy to see people you love become subverted, twisted, rendered into robots. Crockett became our island of sanity, something solid like the mountains we could turn to and feel assured. Crockett had agreed to this position, consciously pitted himself against Charlie. Juan’s defection became Crockett’s victory. But the battle was only beginning.

Juan’s decision to join us wasn’t made until he had taken off for a week (with a canteen and some dried figs) and hiked into Butte Valley to be alone. Juan Flynn was a deeply sensitive man, by nature happy and thoroughly outgoing. During the course of our friendship, I saw evidence of his compassion and generosity. His experience in the United States (after coming from Panama) had been no picnic. Immediately upon arrival, he was drafted into the army and sent into combat in Vietnam. He later confessed to all of us that his battlefield experiences were terrifying and that only by smoking hashish could he keep from being totally paranoid.

“I was scared,” he admitted. “Sometime I theenk I will die and that eet would be better to die than to be so frightened… that I just have to fight and fight and kill anyone who might kill me. In war every man become a child who want his mother… because there is so much he will never understand alone.”

It was not hard to comprehend how Charlie’s rap on making love and facing your fears had appealed to Juan, particularly in light of his infatuation with Brenda. Charlie continued to use her, as he did snake, as a means of luring us back to the fold.

With each new day the scene became more nerve-racking – like two armed camps in the throes of some bizarre and arcane psychological warfare. At odd hours during the day Charlie would send down contingents of women – Snake, Ouisch, Brenda, Sandy, and Squeaky – to work on us all. When that failed, he’d come into the yard with Clem and Tex, brandishing shotguns, and start shooting them off around the property. We learned to size up a situation and turn it around without panic. On one occasion Crockett borrowed Clem’s shotgun and began taking target practice in the front yard.

Often Charlie would engage Crockett in verbal exchanges, which sometimes lasted hours. But Crockett played it perfect; he did not fight with Charlie or openly disagree in a way that might provoke anger. He merely expressed opinions which left Charlie utterly flabbergasted. He later confessed that he and Charlie shared many of the same opinions about the world but that Charlie “had a hole in his humanity.” One evening they were out in the yard near the porch – squatting on their haunches like two Indians taking a shit. Brooks and I were inside listening through the window. Charlie was discussing karma, how every man and every spirit has a destiny that is inevitable. He insisted that part of his destiny was to bring about the revolution through Helter-Skelter. As usual, he did most of the talking. Finally, after a long silence, Charlie asked Crockett, “Look, do you always keep your head like that?”

Crockett seemed to ponder several moments, then said, “If you were beating me with a stick, Charlie, don’t you suppose I’d know it?”

“Dig it… why don’t you teach me?… How ‘bout that… you teach me?”

“Teach ya what?”

“What you know.”

“I can’t teach ya… ya already know everything.” We watched through the window as Charlie got to his feet and stretched, then knelt down again beside Crockett.

“Naw,” he said. “I don’t know nothin’… really, I don’t.”

“Well, that’s about the same as knowin’ everything. Can’t teach a man who knows nothin’… ain’t nothin’ to build on.”

Charlie just couldn’t get a handle on Crockett; he couldn’t get any agreements with him, nor could he get any disagreements. Their exchanges served only to exasperate him; yet he would not give up. The dynamics of the situation were curious. Charlie wanted me back in the Family; he, perhaps, knew better than I how deeply I had been affected and that only Crockett stood in his way. Crockett was the first guy Charlie had encountered who (Charlie believed) had more knowledge than he did. The rules of warfare were different because of it; he couldn’t just kill Crockett; it would prove only that Charlie had been defeated. Rather, he had to psych him out, discredit him, con him. Getting us back into the Family would accomplish all three objectives. But up until that point it had all gone against Charlie. Not only had Juan Flynn joined forces with the Crockett-Posten-Watkins contingent, but there were others who were contemplating similar maneuvers.

If the murders were weighing on Charlie’s mind at that time (certainly he was aware of the hysteria they must have created and that the Man would seek a just revenge), it didn’t manifest itself physically in his outward behavior. Such was not the case with many of the others. Within a matter of weeks nearly everyone broke out in hideous open sores on their arms and legs – sores that would not heal.

COPYRIGHT PAUL WATKINS AND GUILLERMO SOLEDAD

117 comments:

ColScott said...

from hell

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meatwad said...

colscott said...

"from hell"

More likely a google search.

Using unauthorized photos is not good. But Hey...its all good.

ColScott said...

it isn't really her legs

agnostic monk said...

ColScott said...
>>>from hell<<<<

Col you so damn funny. Just don't be digging up any pics of my track marks from back in the day.

I jest!!!!!!!

:)

meatpile said...

Speaking of google,I googled crockett.

Think this is him?

http://www.newdimensions.org/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Product_Code=1891&Category_Code=ps

meatpile said...

Try again....

http://www.newdimensions.org/
Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=
PROD&Product_Code=1891&Category_Code=
ps

Is there a better way to post a link?

meatpile said...

Cool.

http://www.harmonygrins.com/paulspage.htm

http://www.harmonygrins.com/aboutus.htm

Is that a pic of the Paul Crockett of manson lore?

Internet is cool.

GLH said...

If someone has already addressed this, forgive me. But where the hell is Tex in all this information from Paul? I thought Watson was Manson's right-hand-man, but reading Watkins' book, it would seem he was hardly ever part of the family. There's more written about Juan Flynn than there is about Watson.

Heaven said...

I was always under the impression that Bruce Davis was the #2 man...

=)

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Heaven said...

It doesn't have to be "said".. Sometimes it's all in the evidence... Bruce was WAAAAY more loyal and committed to Manson..

Charlie said he sent out those that were "expendable" to him.. He didn't send out Bruce...

Bruce was also in charge of things in Manson's absence.. Tex wasn't given that power..
Tex also kept leaving the family, Bruce didn't....

Just observations.. For all we know they were all the #2 men lol

=)

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Heaven said...

I have no "evidence" I don't need any to state my opinions...

We all see things our own way.. I don't see Tex as the #2 guy, I see that guy as Bruce..

My interpretation, my opinion...

It really doesn't even matter who was number 2, or number 3 or number 4.. People are still dead regardless or who the number 2 guy was...

=)

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Heaven said...

I understand...

Last time I said I felt Bruce was the #2 guy, I made sure to tell everyone that it was just my opinion....

=)

Heaven said...

Oh, before I forget, hello to you too Cats lol

You enjoying your summer?

=)

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Heaven said...

Doing good.. Been really warm here, but I can't complain lol

=)

Dok said...

Heaven said:
"Charlie said he sent out those that were "expendable" to him.. He didn't send out Bruce..."

Did Charlie say this or was it Ouisch (sp?). In the year that I have followed the Col, I have become more scholastically adept. In saying such LOL, I have only read here or in books that it was Ouisch.

And hello to you beautiful Heaven.

It is hard to say who was the #2 man, I think it was Squeaky... Charlie sent Bruce to England for that Process crap, Paul, I think he was too loaded to tie his own shoes. Tex, he had a lot to prove to Charlie and was willing to do anything to prove right by Charlie. The only reason anyone would claim this right would be spotlight attention. They all wanted their 15 seconds.

My dear friend Cat, hows it hanging? :)

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Dok said...

Cat, glad you put the crack away, for now. I'm doing great, the weather has been hot here in San Diego, can't wait for it to cool off. I'm taking the family to Oahu on the 20th! Going to take my son on a day trip to the Big Island to see an active Volcano. Thought it would be a nice father son moment.

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Dok said...

I'm back in school at the end of Aug....insert cry here...

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Heaven said...

Hello to you too Dr Dodopariti!

I hope all is well with you and Wendy

=)

Dok said...

Is it just me, or does that picture of "Susan's" legs make ya want to sing, Sexy Sadie...

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Deb said...

Does the "Family" or this book or any other tome mention the appearance of a corpse that the police believed was Stephanie Rowe (the first Stephanie in the family)?

I was just reading about that in Adam Gorightly's book. Or is that Adam Golightly's book. It's at home not with me.

;)

Deb

Salem said...

thanks Col.
Dianne

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agnostic monk said...

I have only heard the Cielo Drive crew referred to as "the expendables" in one place, which is Jess Bravin's Squeaky biography.

page 100..

"It was frantic that night, Ouisch remembered, the girls getting the black clothes together, the weapons, "like we were going to get shot if we didn't do it right now."

Charlie gathered them up. Sadie and Katie, and a blond girl named Linda - she had joined the Family in July and, Lyn learned, still had a valid driver's license. It might help to have someone along with a license, just in case. Tex would lead the mission; "Do what Tex says," Charlie told the girls who would go along. Considering who was chosen for the assignment, Ouisch concluded that Charlie "sent out the expendables."

It all happened so fast. "When it got evil," said Ouisch, "it got evil like, boom!"

According to the footnotes, Bravin did interview Ruth Morehouse for these quotes.

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agnostic monk said...

>>MONKILICIOUS!!!
Thank you-I thought that was the only place I had heard that, but my brain gets fuzzy sometimes. I wonder if he did interview Ruth or if it was like a Howard Hughes/Clifford Irving thing...<<<

good question Cats, I do not know. It only says "Ruth Morehouse, interview with the author" scattered around in various parts of the endnotes section.

Considering some of the things she said in the interview, I'd be interested to know where Ruth is now and how she feels about the people she spent so much time with as a kid. Course we all know "she" is all over the internet, ready and willing to answer questions, right? LOL.

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catscradle77 said...
>>>And I wonder what ever became of "Lost Star" from the old boards...and if she was a faker...<<<<

hey don't look at me, I wasn't ever involved in any of those old boards so don't try to get me in trouble!!!!


:)


As far as Bravin, my personal opinion is that he is on the credible end of "Family" researchers. But then, I never had any involvement with that Nellie dude, that Ronson dude, or any of their supposedly dark, devious, witchy ways. It all sounds like a crazy soap opera I never watched but folks like to talk about.

Heaven said...

I heard the expendable thing in a Manson interview.. When I remember exactly which one, I'll let ya know. But I do know I heard Manson himself say it...

As for Ruth Ann.. Right now she's going by the name Raven, but a brand new Ruth Ann should pop up anytime now...

=)

agnostic monk said...

oh and I agree the "expendables" description never really made sense to me either.

Quiet, strong, dependable Katie who had been with Charlie from almost the beginning? Expendable?

Tall, strong, handsome, competitive steel-eyed charmer Tex who was handy with tools, cars, chicks and dope? Expendable?

Sadie was such a troublemaker that I could see her possibly viewed as expendable, but she was also very loyal and had few limits. Expendable? Maybe.

Linda I could see being viewed as expendable because she was so new, but she also proved her value early on with her substantial cash donation, her legs that Charlie liked and her pigtails that EVERYONE liked to play with during acid trips.

Maybe Ruth was just having a mean-girl moment when she said that, like trying to distance herself, a non-expendable, from the killers?

:)

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closed blog said...

Hey Col, $20 doesn't buy what it used to ....

That looks like something you'd see on the corner of 10050 Syphillis Drive.

It's probably one of Bugliosi's star witnesses.

agnostic monk said...

Savage RDDB-DA said...
>>>It's probably one of Bugliosi's star witnesses.<<<

Nah, by all accounts even though he was small, Paul Watkins had nice legs. Ask Brooks.

Hardy har har har.

:)

agnostic monk said...

catscradle77 said...
>>>Which one of them said "I pleaded with my eyes not to go"<<<

I believe that was a Linda quote, talking about when Manson asked them to go out the second night. Well damn, sister, you should have used more than your sweet little green EYES to communicate that!

>>>and Sadie, well she was/is a crazy with a big mouth. (her going, I could never understand-why not just take out a full page ad in the paper saying what ya did? Also, the more people you involve in stuff, the more likely one is to talk and leads to downfall.<<<<

I'll never understand why anyone didn't realize beforehand what a huge mistake it would be to take Sadie.

agnostic monk said...

Actually, it could be argued that the Family's two biggest mistakes in their entire "career" were including Sadie Mae Blabbermouth and Yana The Turncoat (with a tip of the hat to Kitty "Now I'm loyal, now I'm not, now I'm loyal again").

Oh wait, we can't forget Danny DeCut-A-Deal and Little Paul/Brooks Poston for their contributions. And hell even Leslie Van Whos-Laughing-Now did her share of blabbing in the beginning of the investigation.

Come to think of it, it seems the Family was destined to completely cave in on itself. I agree, Cats. Someone ALWAYS talks, and in the their case it was half the Family!

agnostic monk said...

oh wait, I forgot to add original member Mary Library to that list. She did her own share of talking and snitching too. And Sandy and Squeaky didn't mind the occasional gab-fest as long as the Bug supplied them with candy.

Jesus Christ, I never stopped to think of how many of them just couldn't resist opening their big mouths!

agnostic monk said...

and then of course I forgot Babs Hoyt and Snake Lake.

Hell, has anyone ever made up a comprehensive list of all the Family boys and girls who either talked or testified for the prosecution (in any of the trials)?

Salem said...

agnostic monk said...
Savage RDDB-DA said...
>>>It's probably one of Bugliosi's star witnesses.<<<

Nah, by all accounts even though he was small, Paul Watkins had nice legs. Ask Brooks.

Hardy har har har.

:)

6:27 PM

Linda had nice legs....
:)

Dok said...

Deb said...
Does the "Family" or this book or any other tome mention the appearance of a corpse that the police believed was Stephanie Rowe (the first Stephanie in the family)?

I was just reading about that in Adam Gorightly's book. Or is that Adam Golightly's book. It's at home not with me.

;)

Deb


Hey Deb, It's in the Family. My copy is from 71, so I can't speak for the newest version.

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Deb said...

Thanks Doc.

:)


Deb

and thank you Colonel!

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chasingbunnies said...

I'll never understand why anyone didn't realize beforehand what a huge mistake it would be to take Sadie.

6:43 PM

I'll never understand why nobody realized what a mistake it was period! No "moments of clarity" whatsoever? Eye contact warnings don't count especially when you know what happened the night before. Those can be easily misconstrued as flirting, or giving the heads up signal, or in this case watching a hallucnation.

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Yepyep said...
LMAO You guys have talent, you should get your own skit at Saturday Night Live!

6:40 AM

Same here I'm laughing literally out loud!
cb

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Salem said...

Hi Col.

You have been ever so gracious with your time and knowledge, you have shared so much with us, I am so thankful.
I have a tiny favor...

Could you post the interview with Charles Manson and Geraldo?
I don't have any tapes at home so, what I see on your blog is so awesome to me.
Thank you

agnostic monk said...

cats is making me laugh so hard my eyes are watering!

And all the girls on the corner of broadway and temple are doing their best olivia newton-john for charlie.

"I'm hopelessly devoted to you-ooh-ooh-oooh......"

Dok said...

Bravo Cat!!!!! You are one funny crack addict! Monk, give the cat back her crack. You both have the best insight......LOL

meatwad said...

cats said...
"Look at me
I'm Sadie Mae
I'll be Judas
For one day
Can't wear no shoes
Cuz these dayum sores, they ooze
I blab
I'm Sadie Mae."

Dayum you good.

I wonderz. Cud yuz follow dem ooze draps like breadcrumbs if you be lost?

Would dem come in handy fo' sho'.

No lookin' for dat north star, even.

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GLH said...
If someone has already addressed this, forgive me. But where the hell is Tex in all this information from Paul? I thought Watson was Manson's right-hand-man, but reading Watkins' book, it would seem he was hardly ever part of the family. There's more written about Juan Flynn than there is about Watson.

9:05 PM

Seems tex was out and about alot back then.. doing his own thing.
Davis was the one CM most trusted, he was quiet and kept to himself. tex was a wild card from the begining. (always in trouble) and dragging others into his bad deals.
CM trusted Bruce. If anyone was 2nd it was Bruce, not tex not paul.

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Salem said...
Seems tex was out and about alot back then.. doing his own thing.
Davis was the one CM most trusted, he was quiet and kept to himself. tex was a wild card from the begining. (always in trouble) and dragging others into his bad deals.
CM trusted Bruce. If anyone was 2nd it was Bruce, not tex not paul.



I couldn't agree more!

=)

Salem said...

hi Heaven
missed ya,
how the weather, we finally got sunshine after days of rain.
Peace

Salem said...

Just to clarify, it was Bruce that Charlie depended on. When Bobby got in trouble, CM and Bruce came..when Tex got in trouble Bruce and CM came.
It just seems to me, Bruce had it more together and CM could count on Bruce more that the drugged out Tex who was the center of most of the problems back then.
jmho

chasingbunnies said...

Wasn't Bruce Davis a Vietnam Veteran and didn't he go to England with Joel Pugh in late 1968? What is the story on Joel Pugh (who was found stabbed to death in England in a very creepy fashion...there was writing on the walls or mirror in his blood sort of thng.)
I believe he was involvevd with or married to Sandy?
cb

Salem said...

Hi CB:)
What I recall is Bruce and Pugh went to England..( for a scientology class???)
odd situation with Pughs death huh?, esp blood on the walls....and razor blades used.

Sandy wasnt married to Pugh, its been written she was, but as far as I know Sandy has never been married.
Peace
me:)

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Heaven said...

Hiya Salem,

It's been really hot here. Thankfully our wet weather seems to be behind us now...
So I'm just enjoying a beautiful summer before the long cold winter sets in lol

=)

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Thanks for the info Cats!
cb

Salem said...

On December 1, 1969, Joel Dean Pugh, husband of Family member Sandy Good, was found with his throat slit in a London hotel room. As noted, local police ruled the death a suicide. On learning of Pugh's demise, Inyo County DA Frank Fowles made official inquiries, specifically asking Interpol to check visas to detrmine if one Bruce Davis was in England at the time.

Scotland Yard replied as follows: "It has been established that Davis is recorded as embarking at London airport for the United States of America on 25th April 1969 while holding United States passport 612 2568. At this time he gave his address as Dormer Cottage, Felbridge, Surrey. This address is owned by the Scientology Movement and houses followers of this organization."

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From HELTER SKELTER by Vincent T. Bugliosi, Footnote inserted in text:

One of Manson's chief disciples, Bruce Davis, was very closely involved with Scientology for a time, working in its London headquarters from about November or December of 1968 to April of 1969. According to a Scientology spokesman, Davis was kicked out of the organization for his drug use. He returned to the Manson family...in time to participate in the Hinman and Shea slayings.

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Salem said...

1 2 3 4 5 6 7th
I could care less who was .. who wasnt....but if u get to TRUTH!
Thats where its at! DIG?

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uncle ace said...
>>>everybody said he was mean and scary and vicious and he pulled linda's pigtails<<<

yeah but she liked it when he did that. course she liked it better when Tex did it.

:)

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uncle ace said...
>>>I dunno, Monk. She looked a bit too sweet and innocent to enjoy such shennanigans.<<<

oh but according to her own words she enjoyed those shenanigans very much.

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uncle ace said...
>>>I know she said that, but I'm waiting for her book to come out.<<<

i wouldn't hold my breath if i were yousss.

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catscradle77 said...
>>I wonder what happened with Gypsy's book?<<<

i know! tick tock, gypsy woman.... what does she think we're gonna do, wait around forever?

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Dok said...

Ah hell, pass me the pipe...anyone know how old 60's kid is?

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catscradle77 said...
>>>Which one of them said "I pleaded with my eyes not to go"<<<

I believe that was a Linda quote, talking about when Manson asked them to go out the second night. Well damn, sister, you should have used more than your sweet little green EYES to communicate that!



2nd night , CM looked back at Sadie and its been said, she said NO, thru her eyes,and then said *verbally*to CM.* Not Tonight*

Salem said...

to be clear again.this was in the car at the La Bianca home......

Dok said...

Me passing the pipe to Salem as a peace offering...

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Dr.Dodopariti said...
Me passing the pipe to Salem as a peace offering...

2:24 PM

lol
thanks Dok
I wont bogart! lol
me

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catscradle77 said...
Okay Sanders, page 235 says Sadie tried too....so they both tried the eye plead...

2:45 PM

;)
I wasnt quoting from a book, but hey , if its in a book, kewl!
:)

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Heck IF I know. lol

Bren said...

Thanks for putting this book on here.
Bren :)