The Past-Part1

In 2003, my very interesting, but unstable PTSD Special-Forces-Vet-Buddhist-Monk-Bipolar neighbor basically was off his meds one too many days in a row. My bit of paradise that I was growing from what was previously pasture didn’t feel utopian with him 3 inches from my face yelling:
“F@#king people parking in front of my yurt. Do you know these f@#kers?”
“No.” I reply
“You don’t f@#king give a sh#t about all these people coming up here. If it weren’t for me this’d be one f@#king mall by now. If you don’t help me, I going to get f@#king pissed!”

But some backstory first. Here is my lovely wife Karen and our little Ra’am on our first dreamland circa 1997.