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	Without these two people I would not have been born. Where are they now? My father is dead. Saw himself as a cowboy. Wrote a few songs I later threw away. Loved Hank Williams. Smashed a lot of his original 78s against the basement wall. He was a drunk. He worked in the slaughterhouses. Loved animals. Had to kill them to make a living. Dead at 56.
	I was born into a Catholic family. That’s me at my holy communion. I received a plastic bag of rubber soldiers as a gift.
	That is not a house but a wooden shack. Somebody brought it on a truck and planted it down in the middle of nowhere. Hunter’s Point. Dead end street. So called Ghetto. World War 2 housing projects overlooking our front yard. My mother kept a garden. The shack is still there.
	That’s my father and me sitting on the front steps of the house with one of his dogs.
	The guy you see holding the turkey and the trophy of Elvis is me in the film Hero from Alexandre Rockwell. I play a cowboy. You can’t see it but behind me is a New York City Checker Cab. Alex would ship it to Europe in 1982 and we would drive it to the Berlin Film Festival with the meter running. Alex and I would make two feature films together.The other was Lenz based upon the Georg Büchner Novella. Read what the critics said.
	That’s a photograph of my mother and I taken at an exhibition "MY NAME IS HUNTER'S POINT" at Cameraworks in San Francisco that the photographer Susan Schwartzenberg and I developed together. Susan did all the work putting up the show since I was in Berlin or in Moscow or somewhere else. I did make it back for the show.