Not sure where to put this post. It is related to Berkeley. Also could go on the punk tribe… or L.A. or… well I will put it here.

Jenocide and I had movedfrom berkeley to SF and by the time of this story, I think we had moved out of Poncho and Susanna’s. But perhaps not. Maybe I was 16 ½ or 17? She might know better on the dates.

I don’t remember Jenocides’ boyfriends name at the time… but he and Jenocide and I went with a ‘friend’ down to LA to help with a series of showings of ‘the great rock and roll swindle’ movie, by the sex pistols.
I was not a punk, but as Jenocides’ best bud I sure was at a ton of shows in SF.. I was that long blond haired hippy girl in the flowing dresses… in a sea of black leather and spiked hair… but I digress.

After the first showing of the swindle movie was closed down by the cops (In long tan trench coats… how stereotypical eh?) We went to our motel… I don’t remember the name of the hotel but it was in a less then good area of LA. Jenocide went out with her boyfriend to go clubbing.. I decided to stay in the room… I wanted to make a call and the nearest phone was a pay phone down by the street. Jenocide had the key to the room with her… so I left the room unlocked and went to make my call.

When I came back to the room, I found 4-5 black guys in my room and more followed me in and closed the door. They forced me down on the bed and then discussed what was going to happen to me… I leave that conversation to your own imagination… but the killing me after they were done discussion freaked me out. I tried to stay as cool as possible.

All of a sudden one of the guys (who I did not recognize) says something like ‘wait wait wait… girl are you from Berkeley High?’. I went to Berkeley high for a few weeks before I was expelled (Another story for another time). But I jumped on that! ‘yeh!’ I say ‘sure I went to Berkeley high!’. He starts talking fast and furious to his friends… that I am a home girl… that I was cool and shouldn’t be hurt… I forget much of what he said… but I think he even said I dated some guy in Berkeley… that these guys all knew and liked… he just kept arguing… talking.. He moved over to me.. and I think he put his arm around me and moved me closer to the door… After some argument… (seemed an eternity to me)… they decided that they would just take my money and go… One of them tells me to lock the door behind them as they leave…

I am soooooo freaking thankful to that home boy that saved me… from many things… maybe even death?

I don’t know how or if I will ever be able to thank him… but I want to throw this story and my ever felt thankfulness out there into the world wide web! Dude I hope you see this some day.

Thank You