May 21st, 2012

Popeye West 's Story

Birth Year: 1955




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    Chapter 1: Where to start

    I have many stories that I can tell but for the moment I will start with a tiny bit of background. Stay tuned for future updates. I won’t begin in any particular order. But I will allow for a few rudiments of my past. I was born in the grand state of Georgia. My parents raised me in the city of Atlanta. I am not sure today if my parents are still alive. I have been out of touch with them for some time. Today at any given time you might find me relaxing on the Pearl Street Mall of Boulder. Now and then I will have a discussion with people who pass me by. But for the most part they just leave me alone lost in their own world. There are some things a man just does not talk about. One subject for me would be my time during the Vietnam Era. There are other stories of my past I am willing to share. For example: It was many years ago that I began my travels. I think it was some time around 1978 that I left on a freight train to go west. I had heard the old saying “Go West Young Man” and I did. It was on the trains that I found I could travel with ease. One day as the train I was on pulled into Oklahoma City I had to jump off quickly to avoid the rolling wheels. I was dusty from my travels and I found a local bar close by where I thought I could relax for a bit and fulfill the need to wet my whiskers. Here I was minding my own business playing a game of pool when this monkey sitting there in a hard hat made no attempt to lighten the atmosphere. He was laughing and you could make no mistake about what he was laughing at. As it turned out the joke was on him. One thing led to another and the queue ball I was playing with found it’s way across the room tattooing his head. I felt encouraged to make what you might consider a hasty retreat. I made my way back to the yards where I hopped a westbound train finding my way out to Colorado.