The Manson Family Page #3

parents hang ups,

that I had to

deprogram myself

from their inhibitions.

Thats what Charlie said the

whole universe was about, man

it was all one big f***.

Everything was in and out,

smoking, and

eating, and drinking.

It was all just one big f***.

Were not hippies,

were slippies.

Well, the ranch

was fairly isolated.

You had to take a back road

from the Santa Susanna Pass

to get there,

and it was owned by this

eighty year old,

blind guy named George.

Well, Charlie never

really believed

that George was

completely blind.

He would have

one of the girls

strip down in front

of him from time to time,

just to see if there

was some sort of reaction.

Charlie was always

trying to cultivate George

with the girls, you know,

to help cook and clean,

and make love to him.

And of course we helped

out around the ranch.

Whatever, shoveling manure,

grooming the horses,

whatever it took

to keep up a good front,

and make us look

good with George.

And for the most part,

we got along with

the other ranch hands.

Goddamn it move you

hippie bastards!

Except for Shorty.

Freaks!

Excuse me.

Charlie tried,

but Shorty was just

that one ranch hand

that he couldnt

work his magic on.

Charlie wasnt

looking for attention.

Which is why he

got so much of it.

You people sure

have strange concepts

of boyfriend, girlfriend.

Hi Tex.

Hey Tex.

Sadie.

I didnt know what to make

of Bobby when I met him.

He seemed like a spoiled,

super hippy, you know?

Arrogant, always trying to use

a power that he

didnt really have,

to influence the

rest of the group.

Whats the problem?

Last night, you said

we were going

swimming this morning.

I didnt know you were

going to be in the

barn, f***ing Bobby.

Look, I dont belong

to you Tex, you got that.

I dont belong to anybody.

I can do anything I want,

and so can you.

Then why in hell did you bring

me here in the first place?

I brought you here

to meet everyone.

I brought you here

to meet Charlie.

Charlie, Charlie,

Charlie, Charlie

Sometimes our

group lovemaking could

be pretty comical,

other times it

was devastating.

But thats how

we were growing.

We were forming

a bond as a family.

And Charlie was directing

all these energies,

but no one could direct them.

Charlie wasnt our leader.

He didnt want

us hanging on him,

like our parents wanted

us to hang onto them.

We didnt need them.

Charlie let us be beautiful.

Im willing to

die for Charlie,

because hes me.

Well, we believed

that we were cleansing

ourselves, spiritually.

The goal was to achieve

an inner harmony,

as a group,

as an example to

the rest of the world.

Which we saw as

phony and desperate.

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