I asked him if he worked for the CIA, because he had always acted highly suspicious about Jeanine and I. He now has an apartment overlooking the back alley which Jeanine came through when she crashed into me in the Bara-t: Appendix.
I immediately went to the Greyhound bus terminal, noting both that they were owned by Texans, and that Mike Murphy, George Bush, head of the CIA for many years, and his son, are all from Texas and this is where they put their Presidential museum.
I got a one way ticket because I planned to stay for as long as I could with Jeanine in Cuyahoga Falls when I got there. They said the earlier bus, leaving at 7pm was already filled and that I had to take a 10pm bus.
I went over to the bar just down the street called the ECHO BAR. I thought this appropriate because I thought of myself as Narcisus and Jeanine as Echo. I drank six Leinenkugel’s Berry Weise, which is the only beer that I can drink without a hangover. In fact, it seems to be an elixir of sorts. I actually feel better the next day after drinking 4 ½ pints. Jeanine and I had a son and daughter, Mike Bloomfield and a girl named Jessica from Chicago, who are both the physical human incarnations of Blackberries. Berry Weise is a blackberry beer.
An Irish guy named Mike was at the bar. He doesn’t like me, but it has come to me that he was our Irish navigator for our ship the Hopewell when I was Dirk Courtney the buccaneer and Jeanine was my wife. I took a ball in the shoulder at Arica in South America and Basil Ringrose made up the story that we left Captain Sharp’s ship and marched or canoed all the way back up the South American coast, back up to the Virgin Islands. Instead, he fabricated the whole thing in his journals, Captain Morgan sent us back to Roxanna’s plantation where we effectively freed all of Raynal’s slaves. We had, on our ships, over 3 million British pounds of Spanish gold.
After we settled the score at Roxanna or Jeanine’s plantation, we had Captain Morgan’s orders to take our gold to the King, King Charles II., a French Bourbon as well.
We steered for Bristol Bay, landed and went to Dorset to see my relatives there. This is when Edmund Halley discovered Halley’s comet. It was brilliant and lit up the entire sky. I had just married Jeanine or Roxanna and this was the best of bridal dowries. Everyone thought we were blessed except the future King James II., who was defense minister under Charles II., his brother’s kingship.
Sharp and the rest of the successful buccaneers came back to Britain also to see and enjoy the festivities after Halley’s comet. James had them arrested and brought before a Marshalsea, but King Charles effectively pardoned them, but we were nervous about James.
When he became king, he began to stalk us.
We sent the Duke of Monmouth, Charles II.’s son, up through Dorset to claim the throne. He failed. King James had already murdered 400 Protestant Anglican peasants and we and the Duke thought he was dangerous. He killed his own nephew.
That did it for us. We wished to remain Anglican and not be forced to become Catholic as James seemed to be planning.
Roxanna and I sailed back to the Virgin Islands and were corresponding with the Future king of Great Britain, William of Orange. We brought back the entire 4 ton tobacco harvest from Roxanna’s and my plantation, supported his successful crowning with our ships, and brought Anglicanism back to Britain.
King James, we captured twice and told him, “Love thine enemies as thyself.” And let him go free in France.
We effectively put William & Mary on the throne of Great Britain.
Roxanna or Jeanine and I went back to her Jamaican plantation and coddled our children. We also educated our slaves whom we now called ‘servants.’ Captain Morgan let out that he died the same year William & Mary were put on the throne of Great Britain. This is only his testimonial to having assisted them himself. Smokey Robinson of the Miracles is now the voice of King William III. William and Mary had no children.
And Jimmy Tribble from Janesville Wisconsin is the final Captain Morgan. He never actually drank that much, but was busy spreading false rumours to frighten the slaveholding Spanish and steal a small amount of their gold for the British crown.
I was downtown when I was trying to get a better photograph of Smokey and there was this girl who apparently worked at the Barber Shop near Lake Street on State. She had just come out for a break or something and she looked like Queen Mary without her makeup. It fit. These people I keep coming upon seem to be extremely involved with me either positively or negatively as I am observing them. She was. It fit.
There is also something else which has occurred to me after Jeanine kicked me away.
One night, I was watching CNN Headline News. There was a substitute anchor woman delivering the news. I looked at her and my thoughts were being spoken to that here waqs the former mother of Carlos Santana and the former Spanish governor's wife, the woman I took to bed at the behest of her husband, and we set it up that we buccaneers had raped her.
We had taken his fortress on a New Moon dark night.
Roxanna was with us and I had decided that we would be married eventually.
Back in those days, it was well known that the woman's period usually followed the cycle of the Moon. The Spanish governor's wife was fertile.
Because we had taken the fort, the governor was in deep trouble with the Spanish Holy Roman Emperor. We figured that they would behead him or some other atrocious thing.
I told him about my father's and my own enslavement in Jamaica. My being whipped by Roxanna's former husband whom I had killed in a duel. And how my father was in the Battle Of Worcester trying to put the beheaded King Charles I.'s son, Charles II., on the throne, as the legitimate King, during the Oliver Cromwell Protectorate. How the Battle of Worcester was lost and my father taken prisoner.
I being my father's son, I was enslaved also.
We looked at the very real possibility that the governor would be punished and his family would suffer.
I suggested that, if he wanted to protect his family, he could say his wife had been raped by buccaneers and probably the Spanish Emperor would feel sorry for him and be easier on his family.
And probably he would not be executed.
He and particularly, his wife, agreed.
Carlos Santana was born.
On her news broadcast, there was a report about a Chinese official of Red China. When he came on the screen, he looked Spanish.
I thought Synchronistically, that, here was a form of the Spanish governor.
What is reincarnation anyway, but repeated genetic character within the many faceted genetic code.
I am absolutely sure that if you come out of it, you are it, but that also, the historic and present characters are here with us now, either perfectly the way they were, or very close to the way they were as historic figures.
Anyway, I saw Mike. He kind of growled at me. I saw Earl Raabe, an x-Vietnam veteran and a friend of mine. Then I got on the bus. It was 1 ½ hours late.
We got to Chicago late and I had to take the morning bus to Cleveland.
At Cleveland I took the bus to Akron and got off at about 5pm.
I took the Falls Taxi to 2118 14th Street, the address for Jeanine I had been assured was hers by Private Investigator Gregg.
I waited on the front porch and then decided if she wasn’t home, I would get something to eat. I went to a neighbor’s house and asked to use the phone. They called me a cab, but the elderly man looked at me suspiciously and asked which house I was visiting. I told him which one and that Jeanine Patricia Jacques lived there according to Investigator Gregg. The neighbor said no, that a male golf instructor lived there. I insisted Jeanine lived there and that Investigator Gregg had absolutely convinced me of it and was convinced himself. I went to eat.
I went to the Ponderosa steakhouse and really had a good meal, but I noticed a male and a female whom it was coming to me were Jeanine’s and my son and daughter when we were Percys. I paid my bill. This reincarnational material comes to me all of the time now.
While I was there, I noticed the two 100 dollar bills I had neatly folded into my bills had been dematerialized by our apparent God. Things including my own body had been dematerialized and I decided to look on the bright side, but realized that now, I couldn’t stay and that Jeanine had better be where Investigator Gregg insisted she was.
I went across the street to a Tavern. In that Tavern I saw a male who looked like John F. Kennedy, Jr. and I had already determined that he also was my son as well as his father. It was Urien’s Irish genes in Jeanine and I as Percival. This gentleman looking like Kennedy had a woman with him and it suddenly occurred to me that they were my son and daughter together again as lovers. A bawdy guy made trouble and I got kicked out. I walked north down the main street.
I got to a place called Art’s Place, drank two drinks there before they closed at 9:30 pm. I went south.
I came next door to the Tally-ho motel where I was staying, where there apparently was a strip joint. I was curious and went inside.
There was a girl there who approached me and wanted to dance for me. It suddenly began coming to me that here was Bon-Scot of AC/DC’s former wife. Angus Young, Bon Scot's lead guitar player was the Irish King Anguish in the Arthurian Legends about Tristram. Tristram was my brother but had Arthur's father's nose and blonde hair. He married King Anguish's daughter and romanced her with his stringed instrument. Tristram is presently Billy Thorpe the writer and lead singer of the song Children Of The Sun about Aliens and UFOs. The elderly man who called my cab next door to the address Gregg gave me was formerly Bon Scot's father. This was his girl.
She liked Garth Brooks and it was coming to me, as I listened to the lyrics, that Garth was really writing his songs about Bon Scott and this girl. I didn’t want her to dance for me so gave her some money and drank two beers. Then they kicked me out for no reason. I was pushed to the ground by an angry young man. I had done nothing but ask for a drink. I went home. This whole story is a hard one to read and experience.
I was sitting outside smoking, when three young boyish police officers came up and began to harrass me.
They acted liked bullys or thugs. They told me they knew about my Web Page and that I should leave town.
I am a legal citizen of the United States and had done nothing illegal.
They told me if I called the golf instructor to find out anything, they would arrest me.
I said O.K., but this was police-state behavior for three young officers. I wondered who was corrupting them.
I went back to my motel room and went to bed.
The next day I left. Jeanine’s city was really ‘gone.’
I took the bus to Cleveland. At Cleveland I saw a woman who looked like Makumba’s former wife who is now Bridget, a woman I worked with in the dishroom at the student Union here in Madison. I saw two girls who looked like they might be Mary Wells' of the Supreme’s former daughters.
I took the bus to Chicago.
On that bus, I was sitting next to two women and one man sitting in front of one of them. One girl was from Czechoslovakia. All three looked like Mike and Barbie, a couple of folks I have determined were Arthurian children. It was coming to me that the guy sitting in front of the girl was her husband in Britian and she the daughter of Coenwahl and Arthur’s presented bride, the future woman Barbie.
Before we got to Chicago, I had been noticing all of these extremely frigid-looking Mormon types with their Mormon wives traveling on the bus with us.
Suddenly, I noticed a Mormon dressed woman holding a little baby boy who had a brand-new healing large wound on the little baby’s left cheek.
I was immediately offended. It was coming to me that these Mormon men and women were a lot like David Koresh who led his group of people to suicide in a burning pyre in Waco, Texas.
I thought these people were serious ‘fruitcakes,’ but it was also occurring to me that maybe this is the way they once lived in an earlier incarnation. I wondered where ‘God.’
I got off in Chicago. I went to the food stand.
There was a guy there who I had seen on my bus in Cleveland, who it was coming to me was a secret agent of the CIA in cahoots with the police in Cuyahoga Falls.
I had noticed him in Toledo where we had a short rest stop. He was standing around while I looked and noticed a few more of Makumba’s children and grandchildren getting on and off busses there. He seemed to be rather uptight and observing me secretly.
At the food counter in Chicago, he approached me and told me that if I was a Christian I had to buy him some pizza.
I said, warmly and sarcastically, suspecting he was an agent, “What if I say no??”
He said something sarcastic and denigrating, I told him gently his eyes were like a sheet of ice and then began to negotiate two pieces of pizza. He wanted the whole thing.
I thought, “O.K., I guess we’ll have to see if this man is a Christian or not." He, by his intent, motives, and behaviors did not turn out to be one.
He got a softdrink. I asked him if he was with the CIA. He said, “No,” but I could see he was playing a game. I wondered if he wasn’t a dark CIA robotoid with blacked out consciousness. I told him he was a robotoid for the non-being we all live inside of. He didn’t seem to mind this. I asked him who bought his bus ticket for him. He said his brother did. I ‘knew’ this was a lie. His brother would have bought him food also. He seemed to be just there to irritate me in his dark robotoid consciousness and he seemed to take a special personal interest in me.
I asked him jokingly if he was stealing my million dollars I made at amazon.com for the books and CDs I sold. He asked me if I owned amazon.com. I said, “I thought you did!”
Today, Monday, I have suddenly discovered my first five book or CD sales. There were none before except the Heart of Darkness book I sold to myself by Joseph Conrad.
When we got up to the checkout counter he said I had to buy him a pack of Marlboros. He seemed to be intentionally trying to drain me of my cash based on an erroneous Christianity for devils. I said no and gave him a pack of mine. I asked him for the other two pieces of pizza, ‘cause he only asked for two and there were four. He gave me two. That was more than I expected from ‘it.’
I got on the Madison bus and noticed a black woman with all gap teeth who also looked like Bridget, Makumba’s wife. It was coming to me that this was her daughter along with James Earl Jones and that they were married and had the Bridget look alike in Cleveland for a daughter.
Today it has come to me that Rodney King of the Los Angeles police beatings is a reincarnation of the Cleveland Bridget’s husband upon landing their raft in the Himilayas after the Biblical Flood. That they were both children of James Earl Jones and the Madison bus woman, and George Benson, the guitarist, was Rodney King’s brother.
The day I got home, I saw a retarded woman on the city bus who looked like the retarded man that was behind Darth Vader's mask. These observations seem to be all coming in a distinctive ordered fashion.
Now we get to the meat of the whole story.
After I got the two newsroom phone calls in the Fall of 1997, one with an old ticker tape sound in the background and one with two girls and a guy standing around her copy editor desk in the front of the typing room, I assumed she was working for Madison newspapers here in Madison and went to see her there. She didn’t work there, so I got the idea that God was fabricating these two newsroom phone calls.
Then Private Investigator Gregg told me amoung other things that he had three addresses in Ohio since 1996, when she lived on Pinckney Street just around the corner from where I lived then and where I live now. I assumed she worked for a paper in Ohio near the last address Gregg gave me at 2118 14th Street in Cuyahoga Falls.
I began to call around Akron for newspapers.
She didn’t work at the Cuyahoga Falls newspaper, but the female operator put regret in her voice at the mention of Jeanine’s name.
I tried the Akron Beacon. No luck.
I called the Akron Parent Newspaper. There I got a recording with an irate older gentleman’s voice sounding like he was outraged about something, telling me that he had just moved his offices just outside of Cleveland in Rocky River, Ohio. He sounded like a newspaper businessman who was irate about something and was now, with his newspaper, stalking Cleveland.
I left a message on his answering machine asking if Jeanine Patrcia Jacques worked there.
He didn’t call me back.
Now I get threatening police in Cuyahoga Falls for no justifiable reason and Private Investigator Gregg apparently intentionally gave me the wrong address apparently after finding her there or maybe for some other reason.
After the police, I went home.
Today, I called the Akron Parent Newspaper, but got a different recording from a younger man who sounded like the confident son of the earlier irate older Owner.
This switch from father to son occurred right after my bout with the illegal threatening police of Cuyahoga Falls.
What I am wondering, now, is, did Private Investigator Gregg call her employer???
Was she initially set up as copy editor to promote her career for his son??
What is going on now???
Are these males intentionally holding her hostage or what???
Did Private Investigator Gregg make a deal with the editor??
I can only theorize, but they all apparently know that Jeanine has my Web Page.
Was the editor of the Akron Parent Newspaper expanding his sales of his newpaper with her Web Page Internet column in his paper???
What was he irate about if he had just moved his offices to promote his tiny newspaper in Cleveland.
What motivated him to think he could promote his newspaper in Cleveland as well as Akron??
And why were the police stalking me in Cuyahoga Falls??
If Jeanine has my Web Page, we will know.
How many dark robotoids are amongst us??
Private Investigator Gregg told me he had found her address in Middleton, Wisconsin which is a little town south of Madison, here. Apparently her father, Russ Jacques, gave her her own mailbox when living there for all her Cleveland highschool friend's mail after they moved here.
Did Private Investigator Gregg contact her father, and is that why he gave me the false address??
You mean to tell me her father and stepmother, with their 3 year old child they decided to have so that Jeanine would get pregnant with boyfriend's child, still do not know about the Web Page and are still trying to get me in trouble??
As far as Stephen Black is concerned.....???......HERE Is his song: By The Flies.
"What's your sign?......I found out later.....with Court Papers: that He was also a Pisces.....??"
What in God's Name is going on here???
When will Internic give me back my Domain so I can give all of you the beautiful, moving music to my Opera Bara-t??
Stay Tuned!!!
"Travis Wammack is white."
"But I did see Gladys Knight's former son and daughter."
"It all came in a confusing sudden series of thoughts."
"Travis Wammack Is An Incredible Guitarist, though, and was the foundation for lead guitar players like Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin, and the Yardbirds!!!!"
"Jeanine And I Are Grandchildren of Sir Percivale Or Gwydion and His Woman Arianrhod."
"I Truly Believe That Jeanine And I Are Parallel And The Genetic Regenerations Or Reincarnations Of Sir Percivale Or Gwydion And Arianrhod."
"From Our Own Genes!!!!"
As we all are.
"amazon.com doesn't have the Travis Wammack up yet."
"You will just have to buy it to hear him!!!!"
Then I got to the North Transfer Point. There, the bus driver and I talked about reincarnation and he said it couldn't be true or wouldn't work 'cause then you wouldn't have to worry at all. This made sense, for without the worry and patterning of Christianity and other religions and wars, etc., it wouldn't work. I got the CD at East Towne.
Outside, as I was waiting for the bus, I was talking to myself, and there was a guy who looked like he might be a former brother of Rick Springfield who sang Jesse's Girl. "I wish I had Jesse's giiiirrrll. How can a maaan fiiind a woman like that.!" Anyway, this seemed to make sense after I found the golf pro living where maybe Jeanine had lived. He seemed to theoretically be kicking me out of town. And there was boyfriend's behaviors. Strange.
It was also coming to me suddenly that I may have been Jesse or the Root of Jesse and may be that now. It had earlier been coming to me that I was also Absalom's Hebrew son, he being the first born and I being his first born and the legitimate King of Israel at that time, but had to be killed by King David along with my father. The priests favored David consistently. These things come like lightning. I have to keep an open and concentrated mind. Absalom, now, is the CNN Headline News anchor man who sometimes substitutes for Lynn Russell. I resemble him quite a bit.
I got on the 3 bus to the Capitol Square.
There were two black women on the bus resembling, one almost utterly, Gladys Knight. There were two young black lovers sitting in back who looked like Mary Wells of the Supremes and the young man looked like Grainger, a guy I knew at Mendota and wrote a Reggae song for which was really excellent, but I don't remember it, but could probably figure out what I wrote. It was in a regular tuning.
Grainger lived next to me in the apartment around the corner that a 3 inch spider utterly wrapped in webs, I thinking the spider was like Jeanine. Grainger wanted to be called James Grainger, not Jim Grainger. He was very formal and regal when I first met him and is still formal and regal as his subconscious mind is retaken through the Flood with Makumba.
Grainger had suddenly gone completely out of his mind. He was somewhere else. He had his hair done up in little pig tails and walked around stiffly with starring over energized eyes as he appeared to be travelling once again with Makumba on a raft over the Biblical Flood waters in the back of his mind. He was perfectly sane before and played keyboard. It was coming to me that he was Makumba's high priest. These people wrap around me as I pick them up.
It was coming to me that Grainger, when he was high priest, also got to India and had children with the woman Makumba betrothed him to, the future Mary Wells. I have a silent memory like an elephant.
Now it is Wednesday. Yesterday, I went out to Woodman's to get food and the makings for my new concoction I call the Worcester burger. It tastes a lot like a Frisco burger, but, to me personally, it is better and takes less time and money. It is cooked in Worcester sauce.
As I was coming back on the bus, a black gentleman got on who looked a lot like Dion Warwick the singer of Do You Know The Way To San Hose? and Walk On By. But he looked like and it was coming to me that he was Makumba's first-born son with the Bunge Queen who was saying one man to one woman near Victoria Falls before Makumba was struck by lightning, was put in a coma and on a raft quilt by his people and was tranported to Mount Everest in India during the Biblical Flood. This woman is, now, Bridget. This guy on the bus looked like their son and he also looked like Dion Warwick.
It was coming to me that Grainger and Mary Wells formerly were mates and gave birth to Dion Warwick and that Dion married this black man on the bus.
When we got to the East Transfer Point, I noticed a Irish looking guy who looked like an earlier woman I had seen on the U bus going to my astronomy class back in 1996-97. In that class were two guys that it was coming to me were Troilus and Diomedes in Shakespeare's play Troilus and Cressida.
This woman had red hair in kind of an ancient looking, modern country style like Reba McKintire. I don't remember how to spell her last name. But it was really hitting me hard that here was Cressida.
Later on I noticed that the Barbie Twins in Playboy magazine looked like the twin sisters of this red-headed Diomedes.
So it was coming to me that here was the father of Cressida and validated an earlier deduction that the Trojans had been to Britain and Ireland.
The Classic poets Homer, Ovid, and Virgil wrote symbolically like seers who can't record the truth about their history except poetically in order to maintain the repetitive genetic code.
Troilus and Cressida did have children. Two of the daughters are on the bus with me from time to time. One of them was Hecate in Troy. There is a former son who was reincarnated in Germany as the Legendary Cosmo with the magic mirror woman. I see him at Wil-Mar where the big Bear, Arthur, sits and eats on Saturday. I saw her working at the Off The Square Club as a social worker student. There is a book written by Georage MacDonald called Phantastes which I read with interest because it had Percival and Anodos and Galahad in it. I believe that Anodos is reincarnated as Gary Shandling and that his first former incarnation was as Seth, the third son of Adam & Eve.
There is a lady and a man who smokes a pipe next door who stroll their young baby boy out in front of my apartment. One of the daughters of Troilus and Cressida married Cressida's brother, her uncle. They have a pretty snappy young baby boy.
So I have determined this is the last song I will render for whatever is left of my audience.
Today is Thursday. Yesterday, I went to Pinkus McBride Deli to buy my last sixpack for the month of Berry Weise beer. I came back and lay on the grass in front of the apartment complex.
First, a guy came up who looked like Ray Manzarak the organist for The Doors. He is the reincarnation of Orestes, Agamemnon's son. He married his sister Iphgenia. She is the centerfold girl for Playboy in the May 1989 issue. Here she is. This is the photo where she has the most clothes on:
Jim Morrison Of The Doors Was Dionysus And Newt Ginrich's Half-Sister Was Ariadne.
This brother of these two, told me that Genesis in the bible starts with "IN THE" and so does Led Zeppelin's first recording. I really don't see the connection. Do You?
Next came a gentleman in a wheel chair escorted by two other gentleman. They asked me if I went to the gathering of the Rainbow people. I did not.
The guy in the wheelchair asked be for a Berry Weise and a cigarette, which I gave to him.
It was coming to me that he was the Chief Elf for Santa Claus and his elves. He had an elfin nose. He was clearly a little person, like the little people who played Munchkins in the movie The Wizard of Oz.
It was also coming to me that I was Santa's son.
There was a woman-like girl named Connie where I picked up my medications who looked exactly like the old historic statue of Mrs. Santa Claus in the window of a baseball card shop across the street. The twin statue of Santa looked like this business insurance guy I saw on a CNN Headline news commercial. I could see my resemblance to them combined.
Why this in my parallel reality??
It was coming to me that Jeanine was not part of our personal family, but was the red-head German girl who the elves couldn't catch when she was peering in the window while they were working on toys.
It was a winter type activity when we couldn't farm. Santa had the great idea that these little people could earn extra money and food in the winter by making toys for the neighborhood and town children.
It was a great idea.
Jeanine and I got married there also.
It also was occurring to me that Santa, in Germany, was parallel to Christ moving from Northeastern France, where He founded the Bourbon dynasty in France, to Finland where he and another woman gave birth to Vainamoinen, the wizard of Finland.
The last few months I have been noticing the residents in my present apartment complex. One gentleman, it has come to me, is the reincarnation of Ferrex, Eric Burdon's former son and Peter Cetera's former brother. He is now Italian.
Also, there is a guy who lives across the hallway from me. He is a redhead. As he moved in, there was this girl I have noticed in some of my college classes, who was always giving me these angry looks for no particular reason, who was acting strange as she walked in front of my apartment complex.
It suddenly, at the same time, was coming to me that, as Arthur's son, I was not the first born. Neil Diamond, the singer, was the first born, born in France as Arthur and his retinue began to parade his corpse through Europe while he was still alive in another look alike body.
I was born second, in Germany and Arthur gave me the name 'Tully' because his next move was on Rome itself, and he wanted to be recognized like his Roman forefather and genetic relative, Cicero.
This red headed guy was the third son and born in Rome.
When Arthur reached Rome, his seers began to get these unusual impressions about some of the Roman residents. They traced what they were getting psychically and found a family who just had a baby girl. This was Neil Diamonds woman. Her sister became my red-headed brother's wife.
Jeanine was born.
She became, along with Cynwise, her mother, the Bradamante of Ariosto. Neil Diamond became an Italian Ariosto like his wife.
I became Percival and was raised in Great Britain, then moved to France, and after the island was finally conquested and Christianized, became Ariosto while my father Arthur became Sir Thomas Malory and wrote Le Morte D'Arthur. I let my father Ruggerio win over myself, Rogero, but spoke for both families.
Bradamante or Jeanine and I had a first born son. This is now, or rather was, Brian Jones of the Rolling Stones.
I named him Tully and we left him in Germany.
His son, my grandson and grandfather, as he was, just moved out of my apartment complex and down the street. He is still German.
Brian Jones plays the introductory Sitar part for the song Paint It Black.
I stated before that Eric Clapton and Kim Cunningham, my twin self, were married.
She is my twin self because when I was Percival, she was our first born daughter and Eric Clapton was our second born son. I AM Eric Clapton's Father.
