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I'm about 8 years old, in Gary, Indiana. My 20 year old, high school dropout cousin had been arrested in Texas for First Degree Murder. I'm at my Aunt's house. My Aunt was, well, a Barfly and part time hooker. Anyway, we were at my Aunt's apartment. The song Delilah was playing as my Aunt, exceptionally drunk, was wailing about how they were going to execute her boy. I can't hear Delilah without thinking of that episode.
My cousin had the Murder charge dropped. It became clear that he picked up two hitchhikers that forced him to drive them to a Gas Station. While one guy went in and robbed and killed the proprietor, the other guy held a gun on my cousin. The police came and the chase was on. My Cousin crashed and was promptly arrested. Regardless, he spent about 30 months in prison between awaiting trial and the time he got for the reefer that he had in the car. When I was 11, he came to live with us as part of his probation. We shared a room and I got a real education from him. While in prison, he said that he was given a choice of reading, either the Readers Digest and/or the Bible - he read the Bible several times over and said it made him an Atheist. He read Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot, maybe because he hard them together in Dylan's Desolation Row, I don't know.
Anyway, he spent pretty much the entire 1970's on heroin, working at a Car Wash in Gary and writing poetry. In 1979 or so, he started to clean himself up. In 1983, he was about to get his BS in Electrical Engineering when he was killed in a car crash. In 1985, his Mother, my Aunt, finally finished drinking herself to death, in Gary, Indiana.
And that's what Delilah reminds me of.
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