Joe Munson: I Meet Hoyle & Hendry

Someone, I don’t remember who, said “Joe Munson has a target on his back. He’s an outlier with a history.” In fact, it’s not much of an exaggeration to say that I’ve had guns pulled on me in every state west of the Mississippi. Mark Twain, who tangled with western gunslingers, would know what I’m […]

Oaky Joe Munson on the Road (Part VII)

At 16, I passed the GED exam, received a high school diploma and was granted emancipation from my parents. I asked my dad if I should join the army. “Hell, no,” he said. “You don’t listen to authority.” I decided to go on the road to the Florida Keys because I heard it was warm […]

In & Out of Solitary

While I was still living in SF I tried to grow weed on Mt. Tam. I was in my late 20s, but still pretty much of a teenager. My plants got to be one foot tall and then someone cut them down and just left them there to die. Must have been law enforcement. So, […]

Drugs in San Francisco

Back in the 1980s in San Francisco, I was a horrible drunk. To support my alcoholism, I sold cocaine. It was pink Peruvian flake. I got it in big fucking blocks for $18,000 a kilo and broke it down unto manageable chunks. One of the places where I hung out was the Ye Rose and […]