The Fence, My House and the Killers House
This is my front yard. The first time I was arrested I was in the middle of the street directly in front of my sidewalk in the early morning about 5 am. Dombeck came racing out of his driveway lights out and tried to scare me by almost hitting me with his car. The police arrested me for harassing him. They dragged me through the courthouse in chains and shackles past the clerks and attorneys I had worked with for 6 years in Dodgeville Wisconsin.