In the 70s I worked as a night watchman at Harley Davidson in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. The factory had a small museum with a collection of Harley's spanning time, from early models, through World War II to some select contemporary models. The models built when Brunswick owned Harley with the rectangular tanks where melted down and sold for scrap medal.
Jasmine was a colleague of the Barrigan brothers, Jesuits who orchestrated the burning of draft cards in front of the Selective Service Board offices in the sixties and she indroduced me to them.
I became really good freinds with Daniel, my interactions and chats with him were a Socratic litmus test and proof to me that corporate entity and world politics of bling and riches were nothing but a fucking con to bleed people dry, strip them of their identity and individuality, feeding greed as orchestrated by the baton of politicians and CEOs. I wasn't buying into it and that is why I worked for mimumum wage forever and would never make much money. I would rather give them back their fucking Social Security. I didn't want anything from the bloody corrupted beings and slaughter house country anyways, and would never sell out to the man.
Another night my dearest love Jasmine and I were playing naked, giving each other mouth hits of hash, bonging tequila, listening to Miles Davis. We would screw all over place, on top of and under the bikes, rolling and balling through Harley history. We were having a riot and who walks into the museum but Willy G. Davidson, great grandson of the founders of Harley Davidson. Now Willy was as hip as any CEO, but it was as though Jasmine and I were desecrating his holy shrine. In ours minds though, and in biker tradition, our naked dope filled partying was more of a baptism. Willy fired me on the spot.
Feeling like cinderella, as the candle burns down, & the cocaine flows thru your brain @ midnight, the magic kingdom begins to disappear before your eyes and you know that nothing is forever, not even for crazy angels and lizard kings. Figaro Lucowski