July 30th, 2010

William Arthur Hogan 's Story

Birth Year: 1964




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    William Arthur Hogan

     

    I answer to Arthur or Art. I was adopted so I have no idea who my birth parents are.

    I rode a freight train to Colorado but not sure why. I can go anywhere I want.

    I was born in Des Moines, Iowa, July 17th 1964. I am a cancer. Ain't that a good one!

    I did a lot of stupid stuff in my life. I was with Mitch Strum in Sioux Falls and we were in a Chevy impala. We had all these fire crackers and smoke bombs in the car with us and this older couple rear-end us. I said spark one of them smoke bombs and we threw it in the car of the people who hit us. We were ass holes.

    I grew up with dirt bikes. They were not powerful. We got our license at 14 in Sioux Falls. I had a Honda 120 he had a Yamaha. I pulled up to this bumper of this car as if I was going to push it. I was spinning my tires. The brake lights came on and I knew I was in trouble. I put my nose right into that car. I was trying to push it. I was a cocky guy. I could not move that car.  I just pulled back so fast and got out of there.

    Another time we were driving down this dirt road on the bikes and his mom was driving behind us. They lived on a horse farm. We did not know she was there.  We were kicking each other as we were driving down the road. She told us afterwards that she saw us.

    William Smith Hogan was the name of my adoptive dad. Jacquelyn Schmitt's was my adoptive mothers name I have one brother and a sister with a PhD. Katharine is my sister's name and my brother makes six figures and won't even give me five bucks. If I had a brother out here on the street I would do my best to help. I'm out here on the street and a veteran. I didn't make it to Vietnam. But I was in.

    Me and my dad never talked. He would take a belt to my ass. But I grew up with shotguns and motorcycles. I had a buddy that would trap. My best friend in school was Mike Donavan. I don't know what happened to him or where he is now. He was in a band the last I know.

    I graduated from Lincoln High in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. I then went in the navy.

    I did my basic in San Diego then I went to Millington, Tennessee to learn aircraft fundamentals. I was an aviation hydraulics mechanic. But I was stationed in Pensacola Florida. I had shore duty.

    We had an attitude with the pilots. We wanted them to come back! I worked the flight deck. We took care of them it was our job.

    I was ousted as an E3. That's nothing! I dam near killed a woman and I got discharged after 2 years because another person and I cut the brake line of one of the female soldier's cars. We wanted her dead. We never killed her though. She was a loose woman and we took advantage of her physical hospitalities.

    I don't try to kill people now. I learned my lesson.

    I have tried pretty much every drug out there. I don't blame anyone for the mistakes I made. I smoke and roll my own. I stole a bike and they sent me to prison. I am not saying jail. I'm saying the state pen. I got 18 months for that but got out in just over a year. Thanks to this female lawyer I did a year and a day. I sold the bike for $11. I stole a few and sold a few. But now I just give them away.

    I did state time in South Dakota for stealing a car. I stole some big old car. That state prison was a Hilton. I did 10 months and I can tell you it was not worth it.

    I never got married and my first crush was this girl named Jenny. I don't remember her last name now.

    I was riding a train and the FTRA stole my stuff. Most of them are Vietnam. I had everything in my bag and I was looking good. I was at least presentable. They didn't like that and they stole all my things and told me "I was not going to make it."

    Now I carry everything I own. It is a small bag. I don't need much. If I had more it will just get stolen. Now when I need to stay warm, I trespass when it's that cold. I settle for the night in a stair well from some apartment complex.

    I am 44 now and I am just waiting to die. I have hepatitis and I have had it for over 20 years now and I can't do anything about it. I am not going to take interferon. I have a tough time with my heart sometimes. I can feel the thing not working right. I just don't have any answers to where I will die or where I am going.

    Now if I could help a kid today. I think I would tell the kids get on my shoulders we're going fishing. If I could I would go fishing. I have never caught a big fish. I was in Pensacola and I never did go deep sea fishing. I do love lobster.

    Today you will find me out on the street begging for just about anything that will help. I don't feel like I have much time left. But who knows.