Just prior to High School, we moved to another home in Covina. This was, by far, the best one of the lot. It had enough land for my dad to keep horses and the neighbors were interesting and, for the most part, friendly. It was at this home that I finally started to become a man. As with most boys, I became interested in girls in High School. I was, in fact, not too bright when it came to girls. Any moron knows that right at the top of things every girl adores is horses. I had a back yard full of them but was too dim to take advantage of it. Instead, I got interested in music and grew my hair and beard until I looked like Jesus and behaved like Jim Morrison. I was the guy every parent did not want their daughter around. Had I kept my hair trimmed and played the nice kid with “rich” parents who raised horses card, I would have definitely gotten laid a lot more frequently. I did manage to find a handful of girlfriends whose company I enjoyed. Perhaps the best of them was Diane, my first real love. I later wrote a song about her called “Sacred Heart.”