Currently in writing mode..Patience is a virtue and good things come to those who wait

I am currently writing and organizing my memoir in which I plan to publish into a book. A recollection of pass memories as I tried to become a rock n roll drummer. Starting with my discovery of the drums in the Florida Keys, moving to San Francisco then on to Hollywood in pursuit of my dream. Recounting my past of playing drums in various bands, becoming a road manager and touring with a band who was signed to Virgin records, moving to Hollywood, CA working at Tower records while living in my van for 3 years. I found it to be an interesting journey although the outcome was not what I was looking for. The band broke up, my employer went out of business and my "home" van was towed away, only to end up back where I started, homeless in my hometown with nothing but memories. I have accepted the fact that it is not the destination but the experience between point A to point B in which one can learn to become a wiser and maybe even a better person. I hope you enjoy my journey as much as I had fun enduring it. It is definitely a roller coaster ride with some parts not for the weak at heart. If anybody can suggest a publisher and/or agent, I would be open to hear any suggestions on the best route on publishing a book. ..Thank you. Kevin Dale Sanders

Poisin Jett Gunz | Sloppy Sessions | CD Baby

Poisin Jett Gunz | Sloppy Sessions | CD Baby

I played drums on this "demo" in 2001 recorded on a reel to reel in San Francisco. There's also a "live" recording floating around that I no longer have in my possession.

In Memory of my friend, Claymation. A celebration of Life. O positive blood

Clay was a fellow homeless friend of mine that I met at KOTS, the Key West homeless shelter. I affectionately nicknamed him, Claymation. He was murdered on Christmas Day. I don't understand, as Clay was a sweet, gentle guy. He would give you the last sip of a drink and he volunteered at the local church. A stand up human being that wouldn't hurt a fly.

The news report of the incident:

One homeless man is dead and another is in jail for killing him. The motive: an dispute over a woman.

According to reports by deputies and detectives, 47 year old William Millstead killed 49 year old Clay Ratcliff Saturday by hitting him in the head with a hammer repeatedly. Millstead was angry because he found out Ratcliff and 26 year old Nina Pintowski were having sexual relations. Millstead said he thought he and Pintowski were in a relationship, and he was upset that his “best friend” Ratcliff had betrayed him.

The incident took place at 6:30 p.m. at a camp set up by the two men on a piece of property commonly called “Enchanted Isle”, just off Highway U.S. One near the entrance to Key Haven. When Deputies Martin Harbin and John Gabay arrived, Pintowski was in the median strip of the highway, flagging them down. After she told them what happened, Sheriff’s Sgt. Charlene Sprinkle-Huff called for assistance from Key West Police, who responded to the scene as well.

Paramedics arrived and declared Ratcliff dead at the scene. Ratcliff had multiple head wounds. Officers from KWPD located Millstead a short distance away and took him in to custody. He was charged with first degree murder and he was booked into jail. The hammer he allegedly used to kill Ratcliff was located in some bushes, where Millstead told detectives he’d thrown it.

This is a Claymation Collaboration, he loved the phase I came up with, Karamatic Justice.

STOLE MY BACKPACK

THAT'S A FACT JACK



EVERYTHING YOU DO

WILL COME BACK TO YOU



I DON'T GIVE A FUCK

IF YOU GET

RUN OVER BY A TRUCK



LOOK OUT FOR

THAT TRUCK CHUCK



KARMATIC JUSTICE



SORRY ABOUT YOUR LUCK

Written by Clay Radcliff and Kevin Dale Sanders on August 22nd, 2010

I hope he is served well...Thank you for the Vodka when I had nothing.. Rest In Peace, my friend.

On a positive note, I found out that my blood type is: O positive. I was hoping for O because apparently it is in short supply and in need, so I feel blessed that I have something that I can give to help somebody and maybe save a life after a tragedy. GOD works in mysterious ways. Thank you Lord!

Almost Homeless and How to Give Blood When You Got Nothing Else

I am waiting for my 3 day eviction notice. I had a job that also paid for my rent. I have since lost my job and as a result of the agreement, my place to live as well. Luckily, Key West has a homeless shelter that I have been to before. The hardest part about staying there is dealing with the other unfortunates that apparently used to be somebody. Attitudes and assholes who take what is given to them for granted. I am waiting for my food stamps to kick in and am so ever grateful for the surrounding churches who have given me food to keep my stomach from growling so I can sleep at night. The hardest thing for me is my nicotine addiction and I like to have a beer, here, there and everywhere but they don't hand those luxuries out at the churches. Thank the lord, I still have my health and my music, without those 2 things, I REALLY have NOTHING!

I was at the library yesterday and saw a sign that needed blood donors. They don't pay you but you do get a T-shirt. I didn't need the T-shirt but I heard they have orange juice and cookies and figured at this current point in my life, I can't help myself right now, why not help somebody else. You can never have too much good karma.

NOW, this was a BIG step for me. Not to help others,I love helping my fellow human being in need. I actually get a great feeling that you can't get anywhere else by doing that, it's a beautiful thing.
No, my problem was, I am deathly afraid of needles. I remember as a kid, my mother was a registered nurse, I would play in the woods and come home with poison oak and my mother insisted on giving me a shot in the ass to clear it up, in which I would cry and raise a fuss but she would sit on the bathroom toilet seat and have me lie across her lap, pants down and ass up and stick that needle in my bum. She was very quick with the needle but it felt like somebody BIG kicked me in the ass as hard as they could.

So anyway, I gathered up my courage to walk up to the bus in the parking lot, filled out the paperwork and I was approved, good to go. I lie down on the gurney, I mean, the blood donor bed thing a ma jiggy thing. It was FREEZING on that bus, I was shaking and one of the blood suckers, huh, takers asked if I was cold or scared and I replied, a little of both. So they gave me a blanket and told me to think about fluffy puppies and bunny rabbits. No, they didn't say that, I just made that up but they did give me a blanket.

As the phlebotomist was pumping up my veins, he asked if I had anything to drink today. I said, no, I haven't had a drink in 3 days, thinking he was talking about alcohol but in fact, when he came back with some Gatorade, he thought I was dehydrated. He knew that just by looking at my veins. Wow. He also gave me a couple bags of chips before he stuck the needle in. I didn't think I looked that homeless.
He did a hell of a job, he got my vein first try, my mom always said I had great veins. I can remember going into surgery and nurses trying to get an IV started and it would take them 3 or 4 painful attempts, this guy was good.

I had heard horror stories about people passing out after giving blood and that added to my anxiety especially since I hadn't eaten much before getting on the blood mobile. But after 15 minutes I was done and felt fine standing up, getting a Coke, chocolate chip cookies and my free T-shirt. The blood taker operator told me to eat a big meal later that night and I had plans to go to this community church called Vineyard in Big Pine where they serve dinner before the service. So I put on my brand new cool shirt and headed over to the church. As I am walking in I hear, "Nice shirt!" and I turn around and it's the girl who signs you up to get your blood taken and said, "I give blood and now you're following me?"

So it was a good day, I hope for 2 things out of that experience, 1) I hope I am Type O blood which is apparently in short supply. 2) I hope my blood can save a life one day. That would be worth all the pain in society.

Thank you and good night, day, afternoon, whenever the hell you are reading this!
I'm tired of typing.......Until we meet again, Happy Trails..I NEED A BEER AND A CIGARETTE!!!