We’re back in Deadwood, South Dakota…. where you last left me in…. in jail. It’s September, 1970 and I’ve been arrested for reckless driving, by Sheriff Deadwood Dick McGraff. I’m in Wild Bill Hickok’s jail cell, on the day after Jimi Hendrix died of a drug overdose. I have long Jewfro hair just like Jimi, and my jail mates have taken a distinct dislike to me. The day after my arrest... I’m lying on a cot next to a gigantic Native American Indian named “Neck”. His arms are the size of tr