A couple that we knew (some names will not be revealed) in this true, weird, and scary story, (well it was scary if you were there,) let me stay with them one time when I got back from LA and had no money and nowhere to stay. They also helped out a few other people on and off by letting them crash at they're place, Bill B was one. I also did the same years earlier when I had the apartment on West 7th above my mom, that will be covered in my bio.

The day of the bust was a weird day; I'll have to get to that a little later, first I have to update you on what led up to the bust and why.

They were three of us staying with them at that time, Bill B, me (England). and another guy who's name I've forgotten, and it's a name I shouldn't have forgotten ever!

Now about Bill B:

Bill had a warrant out for his arrest, his trouble started a few weeks earlier when he and another of the downtown crowd got pulled over by the police. The police decided they wanted to see what was in the trunk of his car, as Bill opened the trunk he pushed the one cop over and took off running. Seems there was some illegal stuff in the trunk, matter of fact there was a lot, but I'm not going to get into what it was (use your imagination) I'm sure you'll figure out what the trunk held! Just think about the 60's. Bill was running like the wind and leaving the cop in the dust, the other cop had Bill's partner in the cuff's before he could also run, as Bill was cutting through a field he spotted a huge puddle, (this part is hard to believe but it's true) somewhere near the puddle he found a something to use as a breathing tube, grabbing it he jumped into the puddle, laid on his back and used the tube to breathe. He said he didn't even know if there was enough water there to cover him, he just hoped there was. He said he stayed there for what seemed like forever, he knew there had to be a ton of cops searching for him. I don't remember how many hours he said he stayed in that puddle, but I know his story is true because I was alone at the house when he showed up at the door, he was soaked, cold and muddy, proof enough for me, but then his word was good enough for me! I never knew of him to lie about anything.

The guy who's name I forgotten, was pacing around the apartment around 8:00 AM, he was antsy to head downtown, we ask him what the rush was since none of our crowd showed up there till around noon. He just said he was bored and wanted to get moving, he then kept telling me that we should go and that Bill could join us later, Bill or me didn't put two and two together yet. I told him I wasn't leaving till later with Bill, it wasn't a good idea for Bill to be hanging out downtown really long! Well he said he wasn't waiting any longer and headed out the door. We should have known something was up, but we didn't because we trusted people we hung out with.

After he leaves, Bill and me look at each other and say that sure was strange, and didn't give it another thought, not till later. Not even two hours passed when I see reflections of cars, lots of cars coming down the narrow street that the apartment was on, (the reflections I seen was from the chrome and windshields as the sun reflected off them.) I get up and look out the picture window, then yell at Bill to run, it's the cops, man there were a lot of cars out there, (who'd they thing they were after--Charlie Manson?) Bill took off out the back door; man I hope he gets away I thought to myself.

Soon there was banging at the door, well I take my time getting there, trying to give Bill a little extra time. As I open the door a search warrant is pushed into my face, and next thing I know, I'm up against the wall facing it and cuffs are being put on me. I never got a chance to look at the warrant. I was spun around and facing some detective, the guy with the warrant, where's Bill B at, who I ask? Bill B, now don't go playing dumb with me, we know he's staying here. I tell the guy I never heard of any Bill B, while this is going on cops are all over the apartment, searching every nook and cranny, hummm, good, Bill got away!

The detective wants my name so I tell him, he takes a step backwards then says, hey I busted you last month, I look at him and tell him I don't know what he's talking about. He then said I caught you holding some weed. It wasn't me you busted I tell him, I've never been busted for dope. He stands there scratching his face, then a light goes off in his head, wait a minute, your the guy who's draft cards are ending up all over town, (that was our identification back then.) Again I look him in the eyes and tell him I don't know what he's talking about, oh you damn well do know what I'm talking about. Nope,I told him. I did have to get a lot of draft cards back then but, I lost a lot of them and some got stolen, what could I do, it's not my fault that I was clumsy with them! After all, I was stoned a lot. And that's the story I'm sticking with.

As were doing a stare down at each other, my heart almost stops when I hear a lady yell out to the cops that were around the back of the apartment outside. He's on the roof; he's on the roof she keeps yelling to them. Seems Bill ran out the back door then jumped off the balcony and on to a garage roof where he laid spread eagle so he wouldn't be seen, it would have worked for him, if that woman didn't look out her window and see him. He was on the roof before the cops got around to the back so they had no idea he was even in the area.

Mister Detective looks at me as says, so there's no Bill B here huh, I again look him in the eye and say, no, no one staying here is named Bill B! Not too many minutes pass before the cops from out back come in the back door with Bill in handcuffs. The detective then says to me, well who is this? I tell him that, that's not Bill B, his name is Ted Ted-a-rouchy. The detective says to me, still trying to lie to me huh! Bill (Ted) speaks up at this point and tells Mr. Detective that none of us really knew who he was, and that he met us weeks ago and made up the name Ted Ted-a-rouchy! Detective isn't buying into this story, that is till one of the cops who searched the apartment earlier spoke up, I think they're telling the truth, I seen a note on the kitchen table written to Ted and him, pointing in my direction. The detective tells him to go get it.

He's back in a second, good thing he was looking for anything that would lead them to Bill. The detective reads the note, it goes something like this, (Ted, you and England be careful in going to and back from Cleveland, try to get back in time for supper, I'm cooling your favorite's) now the detective is really baffled, thank god! Well, he stands there looking from Bill (Ted), to me and then the note, after what seems like an eternity he tells the one cop to remove my cuffs, whew! He now tells me he still thinks I know who Ted really is, but with that note being found, there's no way to prove it. He tells the other cops to clear the apartment and take Bill with them, then he turns to me and says he wants the couple whose apartment it is to call him as soon as they get home, he then hands me his card and says, if they don't call, I'm coming back for all of you. I definitely believe he would have.

Well, after the house is clear, I sit there in shock, I can't believe what just happened. Within a few minutes the bells in my head go off, (That dirty son-of-a-bitch) now I know why he was in a hurry to get out of the apartment. Now it's clear to me what I have to do. Go get this low life snake! Bad thing is, I'm a long way from downtown and with no money for a bus to get there, you see Bill (Ted) had the money on him for our bus trip that day. I can't just sit here, got to get him, got too! I go to an apartment across the hall from us, knock on the door, a lady opens the door and I tell her I need a dollar to get downtown and that I'd give her back the dollar plus some extra in a few hours. Well she gives me the dollar, and I thank her over and over again, telling her she doesn't realize how much this means to me. Nice lady.

I rush back to the apartment and write a short rundown of what happened and let the couple know that they have to call that detective as quickly as possible or we'll all be in deep doo-doo! I place his card by the note and run out of the apartment eagerly waiting for a bus, this guy is dead!

Good thing it was a long bus ride, some of my sense's were coming back to me, some, not all. I arrive finally in downtown. I head straight to Marshall's Drug store, one of our hang out's looking for him, hum, no one's here, next stop the first fountain, no one there, I cross the street and head for the large fountain across the street. Ah, I see some of the crowd, as I get nearer I see my target, sitting on the lawn, as I get closer to him, he smiles at me. I think what a fools; doesn't he think I'm coming after him? Then it dawns on me; it's still way too early from the normal time I normally arrive, nearly two hours. Good, I caught him off guard, he must think I got tired of being in the apartment and headed out with out Bill (Ted). That was good for me, he was bigger and stockier than me, I got over the kill him thing on the bus, but I wasn't done with him completely yet.

Some of the people I knew came over to say hi but I just brushed passed them, and said to hold it for a minute, I had something to take care of first. I walk over to this sitting pile of dog crap, as he was saying to me, oh, I see you got bored too, at that point I punched him in the jaw as hard as I could. I moved his head with the punch and left a nice red mark on the side of his face but he was still sitting, he wasn't out or even near. The people I brushed past came running over grabbing me, wanting to know what my problem was. I started screaming at them and him, calling him every swear word I know, and that's enough to fill a book. I still hadn't gotten around to tell them why I was acting this way; finally I calmed a little and told them that he ratted out Bill! Bet you thought I was going to put (Ted), next to his name again didn't you! Or maybe by now you've figured me out.

Ratboy is now getting up, and every eye is now on him. Get out of downtown and don't let any of us see you again, it wasn't just me now yelling at him. He starts head away from the fountain but doesn't get to far. One of the people that grabbed me was going after him; his name is also Bill, but not the (Ted) one. Bill cracks him in the side of the face and down on the grass he goes, Bill's all over him now, kicking him in the ribs, face, and where he can, no one is stopping Bill. Bill keeps yelling at him to get up, but as he try's to Bill lays another boot into his body, now I'm afraid Bill will go to jail, even though I would have loved the see this rat die, I didn't want to have to visit Bill in jail. I get some friends and we pull Bill off him, get up and get out of here, don't ever, ever come back! He gets up slowly, bleeding and holding his ribs, but he's leaving, I think he knew how close his death was. And no he was never seen in downtown, nor any other place we'd hang out, don't know what ever happened to him but I hope it was terrible. I still can't believe I don't remember his name, because believe me, I'd have pasted it all over this story. Maybe one of the downtown crowd will come up with his name.

Now to get back to the couple. I arrive back at the pad, they're just sitting there quiet, I asked them if they talked to the detective, they did and he also made them believe he would have come for us, he did tell them that they'll be watching the apartment and us. After awhile I tell them the whole story, and why I wasn't here when they got home, they knew where I was coming from. It was a sad night at the apartment that night. Oh, I gave back the dollar to that nice lady, I offered her a couple more but she wouldn't take them.

Morning arrives and the couple is already at work, I had a terrible sleep that night so I slept in a little, I take a shower, get dressed and head for Cleveland. I get back to the pad later that night to be greeted by the couple looking very sad, what's up I ask, they look at each other then lay the bad news that they got when they arrived home. The manager was waiting for them, number one thing was about the cops and Bill, second bad thing was me, seems that nice lady wasn't that nice after all, right after she loaned me the dollar, she was on the phone to the manager! Well this was the scenario, that apartment was least to only them, two people, and with the cops and the nice lady, either I go or they get kicked out. I couldn't let that happen so I told them I'd grab some of my clothes and head on out, they told me to spend the night and that they already ask the manager and he said I could stay this night, they knew that no way would I ever let them down or hurt them in anyway, our friendship was strong. Well the next morning I looking for a new place to stay. It wasn't really to long after that I was on my was back to LA

And what about Bill B you asked, I seen him a while later, he did some time but not a lot, matter of fact he stayed with me at the apartment Del and me had across from the Upside Down Ice Cream Cone, that's actually what the building was built like. Oh, and Bill B had a very strange haircut so his new name was Baby Bird, that's sort of what it looked like.

A rumor or fact went around in the early 80's that Bill B passed away, since I'm not really sure, I will not add his name to the others who have left us.