Chicago Seven

So some people say that 5 to 7 in the morning is their best time to write. That may be, but for me, my creative spirit shows up like an uninvited guest. I'm never prepared, so I just sit down and enjoy them, and get nothing on paper. Two customers from the sixties were in last night: Timothy Leary and somebody who looked like Peter O'Toole. They were part of the Chicago Seven. The young man who was their host was so anxious to pay the check, we had to show him how to use his credit card. He also forgot to tip the waitress. Who were those guys anyway? The Big Chicago Seven, Gail said. Of what?, I said. At that time, Gail was busy with three small children. I was about 27, and had crossed the line of no return with my alcoholism. I was crossing lots of lines back then. It was rather good luck for them, Tim and his friend, that I didn't get the pleasure of meeting them. Drugs or no drugs, they'd have had a hard time of keeping me underground. I guess they never heard the saying," A drunk's never right, even when he is.". That's what seems to be washing out good men with good causes: drugs, booze, or women. And if they aren't ridiculed on them , then there's always bisexuality. So boys and girls, if you have a cause, I recommend total abstinence till you get heard.

Copyright; Ruth Mahoney 24-Oct-87