After a super ugly divorce in Big Bear Lake, California - my mom was ready to go as far away from my Dad as she could - my dad seemed happy to be a single guy without kids encumbering his rock star lifestyle - so no one stood in the way of mom marrying a super tall alcoholic doucehebag wanna-be cowboy who was barely out of his teens. We left our last happy childhood home for the last time. This time there would be no return. He decided that the best thing to do with his wealthy new bride was to move her and her three kids as far away from where her family could interfere with his fucked up, violent, and drug fueled life choices. He moved us to Canyonville, Oregon - which, to be fair, is a pretty nice little Oregon town - but which for all of us became the gateway to hell. While he looked for the ranch of his dreams, we were all crammed into a tiny little house with a half dozen dogs - the house had been a drug dealers before we moved into it and it wasn't uncommon for bikers and other shit-bags to come waltzing in the door looking for 'Jim' at all hours of the night. Guns were a regular part of our lives at this point. The shithole biker bar next door "The Snake Pit" was where mom and her new boss (because she just did whatever he told her to or he would beat the shit out of her) spent the majority of their time. We met a whole new class of bikers - not the friendly Hells Angels of Big Bear but the drug fueled and violent Gypsy Jokers.
Places I've Lived #5 - Canyonville, Oregon
Places I've Lived #5 - Canyonville, Oregon
Places I've Lived #5 - Canyonville, Oregon
After a super ugly divorce in Big Bear Lake, California - my mom was ready to go as far away from my Dad as she could - my dad seemed happy to be a single guy without kids encumbering his rock star lifestyle - so no one stood in the way of mom marrying a super tall alcoholic doucehebag wanna-be cowboy who was barely out of his teens. We left our last happy childhood home for the last time. This time there would be no return. He decided that the best thing to do with his wealthy new bride was to move her and her three kids as far away from where her family could interfere with his fucked up, violent, and drug fueled life choices. He moved us to Canyonville, Oregon - which, to be fair, is a pretty nice little Oregon town - but which for all of us became the gateway to hell. While he looked for the ranch of his dreams, we were all crammed into a tiny little house with a half dozen dogs - the house had been a drug dealers before we moved into it and it wasn't uncommon for bikers and other shit-bags to come waltzing in the door looking for 'Jim' at all hours of the night. Guns were a regular part of our lives at this point. The shithole biker bar next door "The Snake Pit" was where mom and her new boss (because she just did whatever he told her to or he would beat the shit out of her) spent the majority of their time. We met a whole new class of bikers - not the friendly Hells Angels of Big Bear but the drug fueled and violent Gypsy Jokers.