We tied a piece of fishing line to a stuffed animal cat. The idea was that as people would round the bed by the Jacob Hamblin Home in Santa Clara they would think they were about to run over an animal, so they would serve or something.

Anyway, somebody in a truck stopped and got out and we went up the hill in the back of the house. As it was pitch black night I didn’t see the barb-wire fence and went face first into it. Cut my forehead, nose and hand enough to have to get a ton of stitches. Could have easily lost an eye. I was 18.