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News articles from that time period from March 8th 1971, my 18th birthday, and my arrest 4 days later on Friday March 12th, the date of my arrest at Gladstone High and various other news articles that appeared in the local newspapers until my release on April 13th 1971.

The song "Eighteen" came out in November 1970 and was later released the album "Love It to Death" which was released on March 8, 1971 my '18th' Birthday.

This was one of my favorite albums at the time as well as my 'friend' Greg's who was to later play a number of key roles in the circumstances and events in the years to come as chronicled in "1979" / 1979westbrook.com

I arrived at L.A. County Central Jail after court on March 15th and because I looked so young, one of the L.A. Sheriffs Deputies there gave me the option to leave the six-man cell I was in and moved me into the 'high power' single man cell, where I mixed with murderers, drug dealers and even a chemist whose partners decided to 'lace' the potato chips with LSD at a party in Marina Del Rey during our visits to the 'day room'.

The chemist was also being sued by a 'Playboy Bunny' who ate some of the 'acid' 'laced' chips and he referred to her simply as: 'A fat rabbit.' me The

One of the guys there shared some pills with me that greatly reduced my withdrawel pains and cravings as I had been heavily addicted to barbituates for over a year, and the symptoms were much like heroin only worse in my case. It was a week of hell going through it and I silently prayed which gave me the strength and courage to endure. I suppose I underwent a kind of spiritual change that was to affect me in the years to come. and

This was the first time I had gotten to know any Black People, some of which befriended me, along with the Mexicans, Whites and those of other races who I began to feel deep sense of brotherhood and comradery towards, as I listened to their stories, trials and tribulations.

I realized then and there that the so called justice system was actually a scam and institutionalized class warfare to perpetuate the assassination ridden political system and the military-industrial-complex controlled by the powers that be. -- I vowed to change all this someday no matter what.

It was like that part out of Shakepeare's 'Hamlet' tthat I studied in Mr. Caskey's drama class, then two years before in 1969: learn

"They have dealt with me like thieves of mercy, but they knew what they did;
I am to do a good turn for them."

All these years, nearly half a century later, I still feel overwhelmed and humbled when I think about it all and a great feeling of peace seems to swarm over me. I also grew to like and respect the L.A. Sheriffs Deputies who where so kind to me when I was kicking my barbituate habit there in the L.A. County Jail. Some prayers of gratitude for them and theirs as well. see

I was much better by the time I transferred out to Biscailuz on March 22nd where I worked as a kitchen trustee in until my return to the West Covina Courts for my release on April 13, 1971.

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One of friends and mentors there at Bicailuz Center during my stay there from March 22nd through April 13th 1971 just happened to be a purser for Western Airlines, along with a guy who I suspect was CIA and others trustee-inmates formed our little clique there at Biscailuz.

I seem to recall that they were both in low spirits about the time of the bizarre nose dive crash of the Western Airlines on March 31st 1971. I suppose they may have heard about the crash from a news report from one or more of the dozen or more pocket sized transistor radios that floated around the Biscailuz minimum security facility. -- A weird 'coincidence' to be sure or was it ?

It was precisely 8 years later that a Western Airlines DC-10 was to fly me out of Portland under horrifically terrifying circumstances on March 30th and into LAX Los Angeles on March 31st 1979.

Precisely 7 months later that very same Western Airlines DC-10 was deliberately destroyed as the result of the Halloween 'Trick of Truck' on the runway crash thereat Juarez International in Mexico City on October 31st 1979, killing the pilot and flight crew members from my March 30th-31st '79 escape flight from Portland Airport. -- This was done just in time for the November 1st 'Day of the Dead' observances through out Mexico the following day.

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I actually attended group sessions at the East Valley Free Clinic in La Puente for about a half dozen or so visits in the Fall of 1970 until I was arrested outside for being under the influence in October '70 whereby I spent a month at the L.A. County East Lake Juvenile Hall. -- I was released in November '70 and had to transfer to Northview High in Covina to finish out the rest of the Fall Semester, as per my agreement with the administrators at Gladstone High.

I should also add that I spent a month in the 'O.C.' Juvenile Hall in Orange, California after I got busted for being under the influence of drugs in Newport Beach in August through early September 1970. I really had a serious barbituate habit. The D.A. there wanted to send me off to the 'Boys Republic' where actor Steve McQueen had spent some time as a kid, although I didn't find out about this until decades later.

My Mom brought me some stylish clothes to wear there to my hearing in the 'O.C.' and when I plead my case before the Magistrate who presided over my case, a guy named Loveland, he was apparently impressed with the way I plead my case during the September 1970 hearing, as I was released from custody in the 'O.C.', even though I was still on probation from a 'Cultivation of Marijuana' bust on May 16, 1969.

I was 'set up' there in Mr.Caskey's Drama Class by a fellow student who was a 'snitch' as well as a 'doper' at Gladstone High and arrested by the L.A. Sheriffs Deputies from the San Dimas Station, where my next door neighbor Alfred Ernes the Sheriffs Deputy had then recently worked at for years, until he transferred out to work as a court bailif, until his retirement in September 1969.

One of his sons was my age and he was part of our neighborhood clique of 'druggies' at the time. One night we were both on 'acid' and Alfred started fucking around and grabbed my hair and told me I needed a haircut. I kept my 'cool' and played along and joked my way out of it. This was during the Summer of 1969, a vintage year for rock music and drugs to be sure.