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Liz
Before all the food ran out we had white bread & ketchup & potato chips & I'd make myself sandwiches, I thought they were delicious That was when I was yelling at him, he'd go out & come back & I'd yell at him - "You've eaten something and I'm here starving!" and I was One day I walked all the way from Oakland to Berkeley and I went to the library & sat there & took out cookbooks & copied recipes - it was like I was eating the words He was a musician, it was ok for him, but not for me I tell you I'll never live that way again He went out to play music on Telegraph Avenue, you know, that whole hanging out scene on Telegraph Avenue I'd have to stay home alone in the dark room with the baby I wanted to come along with my old man, see some people, get outside But he didn't want me tagging along I didn't get food stamps, I don't know why, just didn't have it together, didn't have my birth certificate I'd wake up hungry and there he was in the chair smoking a joint Now I know what it's like to starve and I'll never do that again, I'd rather die |
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