MR. ME!
Welcome to My World
Hola!
Our friendship will last a lifetime. Why the hell not! I’m so super glad we are meeting now!
Before you all get the brief bio background, let me key you all in on the heart and soul of my literature.
We can do it! We have powers and purpose, we all are created for esoteric reasons which are up to each and every single one of us to discover and evolve and inspire!
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If there be a central theme in both ‘Repeat Till Death’ and in ‘Peace Brother’, it’s along the lines we, the common person, are in fact extraordinary and we all can rise up and create our own world. Yes we can!
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Alrighty, now a few tidbits about myself.
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My literary feats have been accomplished in the city of San Francisco California, where I live and work.
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I grew up in a Northern California lumber town named Weed California. My mom and dad moved to the great north for employment in the lumber mills, leaving behind the streets and hoods of Stockton California, where I was born and where I spent a lot of time as a wee tyke. But yup, for the public schooling I went to Weed Kindergarten and Weed Elementary and Weed Jr. High and Weed High, home of the Cougars!
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In 1981 I hopped on a Greyhound to attend U.C. Berkeley. I iz coolege edumucated! After a bit of maneuvering between Berkeley and Oakland, around the mid 1980’s I settled in San Francisco. I’ve been a San Franciscan ever since.
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Now I didn’t begin writing my novels till around three or four years ago. Why, you ask? Ok, here you go.
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All the while between Weed (though as a little kid my world was wonderful) and Berkeley and Oakland and San Francisco I pretty much did the hard drugs. Long long long, have I said long, long story short, such was my life till December 15, 2001. I’ve been clean ever since, one day at a time.
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I remember as a youth I loved writing. I loved my school assignments and as a High School Freshman and Sophomore I wrote a human interest column for the Weed High paper. But at some point, as early as 16, the substances ceased the party atmosphere of my 13 and 14 and 15 years old (so young!) experimenting and they took vicious control. The writing ceased, all my personal growth interrupted, and the ripping and running began! At them early ages of 16 and 17 I began constantly chasing the next drink or fix or hit, on and on non-stop. Lucky me. Till December 15, 2001.
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During all my drug life, writing was just a pipe dream. I wanted to write, I tried now and then, especially with poems, but the drugs were in control.
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Once miraculously clean and sober, (read ‘Peace Brother’ for a clue to that episode of my life) it took, for myself, a long while to regather my wits. At this early recovery stage of my life, I did a lot of talking about writing. I wished to write, but experiencing how to hold a job and make a living and be responsible to myself and others took me a bit of time. I told myself I wanted to write, the desire still flicking in me.
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One quick sidebar. I wrote a lot of songs in my early recovery period. Songs to my own beat. Perhaps one day I can share the music with the world.
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Now, three or four years ago or so, one day or night, I started writing. Truthfully, no rhyme or reason as to why I began putting the pen to paper at that spot in history. But from that point going forward all my free time, like getting home from work around midnight, taking awhile to eat and decompress, than staying up till sunrise, was gladly spent writing. Yes, that type of completely dedicated writing. Yes! Since that day or night, I’ve been writing!!! I’ve written and epublished two novels, and I’m nearly ready to begin my third novel.
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I’m writing.
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I hope to write till my end.
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Man, otherwise I live life best I can, with the ups and downs, the highs and low lows. I am human! To keep my mind somewhat sane, I exercise quite often and I keep the job to earn a living and pay the bills and I got the clean and sober life and I desire and wish and try and fail and get back up and live this life best I can.
To future trip a little, I hope to help other writers and artist and activist get their works out to the world. For instance, check out this web’s page ‘Stuff Of My Friends’ tab. And for the big big dream, just maybe some day I’ll have a family of my own. We shall see.
All love!
Alfred Gonzales Jr.