We returned to the mainland where we got a condominium in San Diego on Lake Murray Blvd. The name of the condominiums was Lake Murray Terrace. I hated San Diego because the city sucked and there was nothing to do unless you had money. So to get money we broke into cars and stole whatever we could and sold it to the local drug dealer for PCP, pot, acid, etc. Whatever we could get our hands on.

I was eventually put into counseling which was a joke. What a scam counseling is ~chuckles~ what a waste of money it is. I finally got caught breaking into cars and was told I could either be admitted to Mercy hospital's mental ward or I could just go to Juvenile Hall. Well the crazy house seemed a bit better than jail. And it was, my brother would come visit me and sneak in a joint or two and I would run the shower real hot and blow it out the ventilation system. I really loved all the stuff they gave me in there like Thorazine, melareil, etc. I got tired of it though and tried to escape so I was put in the heavy security area aptly named Intensive Care Unit (ICU). I learned some things there like I was a genious who didn't apply himself, which too me is the same thing as calling someone a loser. I finally got smart and played their little games and lied to get the hell out of that insane asylum.

My father had to go to sea again with Iran starting a bunch of crap he might even have to detour to Iran. I always wished he had died there because I hated him and disliked my mother at the time. I got kicked out of school for trying to make a bazooka and rocket. I was a stupid kid I didn't know what I was doing but the administration sure thought I did. What a bunch of paranoid losers most school administrators are. While my father was oversees I could do whatever the hell I wanted too my mom or whoever. My dad would call every now and then from some port to threaten me with my life but I would just laugh on the inside as I played the game on the outside.

It was in the condominums that I first got laid. There was this hooker who lived in the community who was cut and had large breast. She took me into her house and into the bedroom got me hard and stuck it in for me. Well that lasted about 2 strokes at the age of 14.5 ~chuckles~ but it sure felt good and I sure wanted more of it. Stephanie if you're alive and ever read this THANKS ~winks~

It about 1978 or 79' that I first listened to Black Sabbath. Black Sabbath changed my life and started me searching for esoteric meanings in life. If it weren't for Black Sabbath I would probably be in some asylum drooling on myself and doing the Thorazine shuffle. I was young, stupid, violent and unpredictable and fit in perfectly with all the other misfits there. I remember the big parties of the 70's and sex was abundant because no one feared or even knew about AIDS yet. I would run away from home constantly to go to Keger parties. Sometimes I wouldn't come home for days.

A couple of girlfriends I really liked and still do to this day was Melissa and Karen Fitzpatrick. Karen was in High School and I was in junior high and I think she liked me because I was cute and I was safe because I was not yet a sexual predator looking for pussy any chance I could. I was still a kid having fun and sex was not the highest order of the day. I loved the Fitzpatricks because they treated me better than my own family did and I had a great respect for them and their kids were very normal and though I was envious it still seemed weird to have any kind of normallicy in my life.

We eventually had to leave for Florida where my father had to do recruiter training school. So we picked the the whole family and stayed at a campground lake for the next 6 weeks. It reminded me a lot of Guam and it wasn't long before I rooted out the other pot smoking beer drinkers. My brother Jeff was born in Bastrop Lousiana so the south was not an unusual place because we had also lived in Piedmont Alabama for a bit. The big new game was Space Invaders and my mom and dad loved to play it all the time. The new gaming system was the Atarii ~laughs~ everything was square but it was still so cool at the time.

After my fathers training was done, we were shipped out to San Luis Obispo California. By this time my father and I hated each other with a passion and we both wanted to see each other dead. I would steal their cars and other belongings and sell them for drugs and they hated me because the cops couldn't do a damn thing about it. I would run away and get loaded for days with my biker friends and we would spend our night drinking at the Alibi in Atascedero California. I rarely worked but always seemed to have a roof over my head sort of like a parasite would I guess feeding off the sewn oats of others.

I met a girl and fell for her instantly her name was Darlene Webber. Her father use to be wealthy but his brother stole all his money and ran away. Then he went blind which made him a miserable son of a bitch. He hated me from the moment he met me as he hated everything in his life at the point. Darlene's mom and dad would get drunk every single day and play pool. I oftened wondered to blind poeple get drunk, but that question was answered quickly, yes they can ~chuckles~ Being young I was not faithful and neither was she, however, she did get pregnant and it was my child we named him Christopher Ward Summerhill (name may have changed by now). At the age of 16 I had sewn the ole seed for my first time.

I loved Pismo Beach. Surfing in the morning, roller rinks at night and the small town as always booming with tourist in the summer. One night on my birthday I had gotten too whacked out on dope and beat the crap out of the Pismo Beach police department until I woke up in the San Luis Obispo County Jail with one hell of a headache. This was my first experience in jail and it didn't go well after I splashed a huge mexican guy with water cause his snoring was driving me crazy. Luckily I got out the next day before I had to go into population because they probably would have killed me, but hey I got a snickers bar out of the deal for doing it and candy was one hot item there I guess. I was a criminal full time now and should have gone to jail a hell of a lot more than I did. I guess being a genious I did apply myself to something albeit a drain on the community.

Spider, Roach and the rest of the gang if your out there live long brothers and ride like hell!

I ended up moving to Bakersfield with Darlene's brother ward because he was driving hay trucks to Arizona and back and thought he could make a man out of me. He was wrong although we did steal thousands of dollars of merchandise from a convenient store (that I will not mention) which included food, alcohol and ciggarettes. Ward got tired of me real quick when he figured out there was no hope for me and tossed me out. After Darlene tried threatened to kill our baby and tried to run me over with our 442 oldsmobile I decided to get out while i was behind.

I moved back to San Diego and attended Santana High School home of the nazi administrators from hell. I was the ASB class representative for the 11th graders. We use to have music in our quad area but the preppies kept destroying our albums and tapes so I started a riot which got me expelled from school after threatening the principle with her life. Funny how several years later a kid would shoot up the school for the same reasons. I figured I would join the Army and become an Army Airborne Ranger since my dream of flying for the Navy had been smashed by my father years before jumping out of airplanes and killing people seemed to be the next best thing. I went through MEPS got signed up but never finished High School because I hated authority of any kind so was probably a good ideal I didn't get in.

It was in Santee where I met a partner in crime. A fruit grower who had been fined and forced to shut down his fruit farm would let us live there and make methanphetamines for a royality so he wouldn't lose the property. It worked out nice because we had another friend who was a Class 2 machine gun dealer and collector. We were armed are to the teeth. I was trained by ex military in geurilla warfare. You know stuff like trip wires, trebble hooks, pit traps with spikes, etc. I also became an excellent marksman. Ahh that was the life for 4yrs we were kings. Nice cars, hot slutty chicks and all the dope you could ever want. Back then you could easily run large canisters of ether and R-22 across the boarder because the dumbasses were too busy looking for a harmless substance like marijuana ~laughs~ There was many a firefight in the darkness on that property from pirates, bikers and who knows who else. They were all trying to get the goods. I was there to stop them and braggingly I was damn good at it. Only got shot once and knifed once. I will not mention names in this part of the story as the law reads blogs on a regular basis and I would hate to incriminate myself ~snickers~ After 4yrs of shooting meth and being security for the lab it was time to move on. I just had an epifany one day and realized that this is not who I wanted to be.

During these times my occult studies and learnings had far exceeded even my own expectations. The truths that I saw and the lies that soceity lives with everyday almost drove me to insanity. If you ever wonder how insane people end up that way drooling on themselves in an asylum. It is because they saw the things I saw and had not the willpower to deal with and their minds turned to mush as a defensive mechanism. I was deeply rooted in Anton Szandor LaVey's contributions to the occult on a much more rational playing field. My friends would marvel as I blew out lightbulbs or turned the volume up on electronic devices without moving a muscle. Some of them it scared to death and I lost them as students and friends. Most of my students at the time were taught from me when I shouldn't have been teaching and the vast majority of them went insane. There are 2 students who I am still very close too David Vitala and Michelle Naranjo and I am thankful I did not screw them up as well. Michelle Hodges and Becky Skarl, if you are still out there and ever read this I am sorry, I love you and never meant to hurt you.

I was visted by a spirit named Rama who was a conscript for the christian devil. He offered me stardom and fame in the heavy metal world which was my ultimate desire, but as I sat there enthralled in the Devil's Den I thought if there is a devil then there too must be some form of god?! I asked the beast who it was and was told "I am everything and nothing" when I told it to go away it made things a lot rougher on me until I was too the point I wanted to scream and run and just as I was going to it spoke again "Where can you go that I cannot find you, where can you run that I do not exist in some form?" and that stopped me dead in my tracks and I surrendered to the spirit and found Rama to be my guild for several years after that teaching me the doctrines of life that have been long lost to the sands of time. I was taught things I didn't even know the names for like the Kabal. Here my dreams had finally manifested and the truth and the light within my soul had to turn them down. I know none of this ever would have happened if I never overdosed on alcohol and talked with the great entity and decided to bypass death and come back for my brother and my mother.

It was on the meth lab that me and my father finally started getting along. Although he didn't not approve of what I was doing he had finally come to terms that I had not hurt him nor my mother for a few years and he sat me down and told me this and I cried. This was the start of my father and my relationship which over the years we would heal and even come to love each other greatly.

I left the lab and moved to Spokane Washington in 1989 leaving behind me a life of pain, suffering, affliction, etc. There would be faces in my mind that not even the christian jesus could wash away. For I had commited some of the worse crimes against humanity that I could. I was a passive part in taking down the Bakers as well as Jimmy Swaggart as well. But now I would try a geographical change getting off the meth and going to work for once in my life instead of living off others or worse yet hurting others.

I hitchhiked from San Diego to Spokane. Hitchiking is always a trip and wierd things always happen. I got to hang with some rich kids in Big Sur doing the Dead Head thing and spend time pleasuring myself and others at the esalan institute. God I love that part of California it is beautiful. I arrived in Spokane in October of 1989 the leaves were turning beautiful colors and coming from southern california there was a nip in the air. I was amazed that cobblestone streets still existed here from the roaring 20's which Spokane was big part of it. I got a job right away at the Chef Resturaunt working for Vince Piccalo. The guy was tough but fair. I started out washing dishes and eventually moved up to head cook. I quit the Chef after a couple years thinking that maybe McDonlads management would be better for me, but still having issues with authority (which I still do today) it didn't work out, however I met my wife Julie there and we got married and have been married for over 11yrs now and we have to beautiful children name Malachi and Mariah 11 and 2. So now that you are somewhat up to date I can start blogging differnt stuff I now own a Computer Consulting Firm (startup) and deliver pizza at night and other than physical pains and some diseases (not communicable) my life is much better and I have clamed down some.