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Gary Graham
have never in all my years encountered anyone as crazy as he was, almost scary. The head waitress was a good friend of the owner’s wife and we managed to get our money through her. She said that he was jealous because of his wife talking about me constantly. All I can say is, he was a crazy bastard.
In a sort of relationship with a Hollywood actress, I headed back to Hollywood, giving some serious thought as to what in the hell was going on in my mind. With everything that was going on, my brain felt like it was in a blender. I’d had relationships since being divorced, which had been some time ago, but I wondered what in the hell was wrong with me. Was it my fault, or had I not met the right one or was it the business I was in? In my come-to-Jesus meeting with myself, I suddenly saw I was in Bakersfield looking at a sign said “Interstate 40 next exit.” I took the exit, not knowing or caring where I was going. All I knew was, I needed something real in my life and I wasn’t gonna find it in the Hollywood Hills even though there were some great people there. I finally felt at ease when realizing that, no matter how you cut it, I was a country boy and country boys like “real,” and that won’t be found in the Hollywood Hills. Maybe it was my fault for thinking leaving was the thing to do, but I kept thinking of all the misery that roamed those hills.
I talked to Doug, who said he was going to be at a horse sale the following week in Sedalia, Missouri and I thought, hell, I’ve been through Sedalia a lot of times but never spent any time there, so why not? Sedalia, here I come. When I got to Sedalia and checked in to the Ramada Inn, I noticed the girl in the office, the motel owner’s
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