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I wanted to be sure you all got to read this!
PLUS - Reminder, for those Reno folks, of tomorrows "Thank You Concert" in your honors.(details below)
-----Original Message-----
From: Tony <coyoteknows@mac.com>
To: Kaheledunn@aol.com
Sent: Thu, 21 Jun 2007 5:51 am
Subject: thank you
Greetings to all of you -
It has been some time since I was attacked and have been slowly returning to a relatively normal life - meaning I can now type without strain and pain. I've been meaning to write this note for some time, now, but it's taken a bit to collect my thoughts on the whole experience and grasp the enormity of it. It has been said that an early taste of death may not necessarily be a bad thing. But what has floored me the most has been the absolute landslide of love that gushed from the friends that embrace me.
The other day I was watching a wonderful movie called "The Worlds Fastest Indian". It's an incredible true story about a elderly man from New Zealand that came to the Bonniville Salt Flats in the sixties with his hand modified nineteen twenties motorcycle and broke speed records. In this movie there is a quite tender scene where he gains respect from the other racers who know that he had built the bike himself out of whatever he had, traveled eight thousand miles on pennies, and slept in his car. They passed a hat for him.
There has been a chaos of emotions that have been brewing and boiling in me for months now, and sitting there watching this scene was all the trigger they needed to fuse and swell into a river of tears.
I'm the luckiest guy on the planet.
Thanks to you all, I have been able to spend the last few months laying low and channeling my energies toward healing up. Broken bones suck! But most of the anguish and hatred is burning off like the morning fog, and I can't wait to get to the desert. The great news is that I will be easing back to work on Monday starting with half days - then more as I can handle it. Of course the bills are to the moon, but all has been arranged into an affordable plan. Nothing left but to heave a huge sigh and attempt to even try to express to you how much I love you! With friends like these, we really can change the world!! That was the plan all along, right?
As far as the chicken-shit teen punks that hit me - I can only keep replacing the grains of hatred with those of sorrow. What I see in them is the naked nose bleed of a nose that was broke very long ago. The big crime is in the waste of lives and minds that have been reared in environments of ignorance and hatred. Some of these kids never even had a chance. And now we have wild packs of dogs that roam the streets and continue to hold our neighborhoods hostage. I don't see an easy solution coming any time soon as the pendulum of hatred and blame continues to swing.
So all we can do is continue to band together and not become the vessels of revenge that would surly injure us much more than any broken bones!
So all my unconditional love to you all, and thanks again so much to you!!
Coyote
ps - I was unable to retrieve the very many e-mails of those who helped, so I'm posting this where I can. Please feel free to forward this to any who would appreciate my love and thanks.
ANNOUNCEMENT :
Ladies & Gents,
Once again it is my pleasure to invite you to a fabulous event!
The Zephyr Lounge proudly presents:
On Friday June 22nd
Live from San Francisco
Tony Perez -&- Second Hand Smoke
(RNB Funk & Jam Band)
About 9:30 our very own Tom Plunkett & Tony “Coyote” Perez will open with a titillating Jammin’ session, followed up by hours of body twitching, butt shaken tunes!!
What could be more fun! Come on down and join us.
PLUS - Reminder, for those Reno folks, of tomorrows "Thank You Concert" in your honors.(details below)
-----Original Message-----
From: Tony <coyoteknows@mac.com>
To: Kaheledunn@aol.com
Sent: Thu, 21 Jun 2007 5:51 am
Subject: thank you
Greetings to all of you -
It has been some time since I was attacked and have been slowly returning to a relatively normal life - meaning I can now type without strain and pain. I've been meaning to write this note for some time, now, but it's taken a bit to collect my thoughts on the whole experience and grasp the enormity of it. It has been said that an early taste of death may not necessarily be a bad thing. But what has floored me the most has been the absolute landslide of love that gushed from the friends that embrace me.
The other day I was watching a wonderful movie called "The Worlds Fastest Indian". It's an incredible true story about a elderly man from New Zealand that came to the Bonniville Salt Flats in the sixties with his hand modified nineteen twenties motorcycle and broke speed records. In this movie there is a quite tender scene where he gains respect from the other racers who know that he had built the bike himself out of whatever he had, traveled eight thousand miles on pennies, and slept in his car. They passed a hat for him.
There has been a chaos of emotions that have been brewing and boiling in me for months now, and sitting there watching this scene was all the trigger they needed to fuse and swell into a river of tears.
I'm the luckiest guy on the planet.
Thanks to you all, I have been able to spend the last few months laying low and channeling my energies toward healing up. Broken bones suck! But most of the anguish and hatred is burning off like the morning fog, and I can't wait to get to the desert. The great news is that I will be easing back to work on Monday starting with half days - then more as I can handle it. Of course the bills are to the moon, but all has been arranged into an affordable plan. Nothing left but to heave a huge sigh and attempt to even try to express to you how much I love you! With friends like these, we really can change the world!! That was the plan all along, right?
As far as the chicken-shit teen punks that hit me - I can only keep replacing the grains of hatred with those of sorrow. What I see in them is the naked nose bleed of a nose that was broke very long ago. The big crime is in the waste of lives and minds that have been reared in environments of ignorance and hatred. Some of these kids never even had a chance. And now we have wild packs of dogs that roam the streets and continue to hold our neighborhoods hostage. I don't see an easy solution coming any time soon as the pendulum of hatred and blame continues to swing.
So all we can do is continue to band together and not become the vessels of revenge that would surly injure us much more than any broken bones!
So all my unconditional love to you all, and thanks again so much to you!!
Coyote
ps - I was unable to retrieve the very many e-mails of those who helped, so I'm posting this where I can. Please feel free to forward this to any who would appreciate my love and thanks.
ANNOUNCEMENT :
Ladies & Gents,
Once again it is my pleasure to invite you to a fabulous event!
The Zephyr Lounge proudly presents:
On Friday June 22nd
Live from San Francisco
Tony Perez -&- Second Hand Smoke
(RNB Funk & Jam Band)
About 9:30 our very own Tom Plunkett & Tony “Coyote” Perez will open with a titillating Jammin’ session, followed up by hours of body twitching, butt shaken tunes!!
What could be more fun! Come on down and join us.
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