One horrible night, March 3rd, 1976 in Dunedin, Florida. I was wanted by about about 12 cop cars through 3 cities and a couple of sheriff choppers above. They finally got me surrounded in the yard of a huge cement plant, dragged me out of my car, beat the living shit out of me and put my ass in jail. Thank god nobody but me got hurt that night. I beat the case on the recently established Supreme Court decision to define a speedy trial to the riotous dismay of about 20 cops present in the courtroom as witnesses, and I have been a model citizen ever since. Mr. Fox’s Wild Ride, man. I am one lucky sonofabitch and I never forget it.
Because of this incredible break, I have been priviledged with a career that allows me to be both wanted and needed by many people for many years..