HOW THINGS GOT STARTED | 1998
When I was "working" as a federal informant with the FBI in 1994, I had at least three separate agents at different times tell me I had to tell my story. I was kind of surprised, figuring that they had seen it all, much more rad stuff than what I was doing, or whatever they thought of as "my story".
But even I have to admit, that I have not read or heard of a story like mine that combined so many elements and in some ways, could be classified as several different genres.
The main story never changed, but how much was shared before, during and after was considerably cut down, many, many times.
The main complaint I heard in the last year from a publisher I had submitted the manuscript to was the word count.
But the legalities also worried them, and the cost of that.
I easily took care of both items on my own but still decided to self-publish. It is still longish at 373 pages, but not bloated and simply too much story, as it had been in the past.
The people I talk about are all mostly shrouded by using first names and a letter for their last names. Nothing too specific. No doubt a few people may not like that I used their real first name, but for the sake of my own internal storyteller and the way things really happened,
I used what I knew, what I addressed them by.
I first started the book the day that the crazy-ass attorney told me to start writing down how everything started so he could use the info. When I got out of the halfway house and into my own apartment,
I also got to use a desktop computer, one of those god-awful humongous monitors, that Robert from work let me take home.
He knew I was writing this book way back then in 1998.
The first title was called "Queen Kingpin" and included way too much stuff that I later found about about Rudy, my boss in the marijuana network. At some point, I had cut out so much of that stuff that the name didn't even work anymore. One of my favorite bands in the past was Metallica. They have a beautiful song called "Outlaw Torn" that I related to, almost as much as their song "Bleeding Me" but that didn't work for a book title and Outlaw Torn just clicked perfectly.
Twenty odd (literally) years later....
Thanks so much for reading if you are still doing so ♥
I hope you enjoy my story.
The flyer to the right is one that I drew / designed for the best show the Omlits ever played. I share it here today thanks to my old punk friends, some of the best people still populating the Earth.
If you are interested, I have a Facebook page for the book that you are welcome to "like" and I would love to hear from you there too!
I am sharing stories on the Facebook page there that did not make the final cut of the book, some of the stuff I am looking to share with a screenwriter, when I connect with the right one.
My name is Linda, and I'm an Outlaw.”
I remember the first time I saw Linda Taylor on stage was at Camarillo State Mental Hospital. I was in a band called IUD at the time. Omlits had just started when we arrived and if I recall correctly she was wearing aluminum foil and a big dayglo green strap-on dildo and the foil was just falling off. I was in awe of her fearlessness and starpower. Did I just imagine this?"
Caroline "GoGo" Gomard of IUD
No, Caroline, it actually happened. Your recall is fucking fabulous. / Linda Omlit
OUTLAW TORN: Between Punk Rock and a Hard Place
DESCRIPTION IN A NUTSHELL / IN MY OWN WORDS:
If you love reading about real people who are off the beaten path, grab this book and get started! As an empowered and intelligent female who always felt different, even as a child, there was nothing to hold me back from living life to the fullest extent.
As an out of control teenage punk rocker, who treated sex and relationships like a guy, I was ripe to do something even more outrageous than playing guitar in a radical punk band. I loved to do drugs, and did just about all of them, more than once, but I was never an addict or hooked on anything besides cigarettes.
I loved marijuana deeply however, understanding the endocannabinoidal system way ahead of my time. I knew pot made me feel more connected in a very meaningful way, to my life experiences and in my relationships in general; comfortable in my skin.
When one of my best friends became involved with indoor marijuana cultivation, he brought me and my then boyfriend along. We lived in a grow house, taking care of a garageful of plants, before moving on to working with a huge marijuana distribution network with a guy we met through my friend.
Eventually, that led to my personally moving at least twenty-two million dollars for one of the largest marijuana distribution networks in the United States. I was also the mistress and integral underling to one of the biggest drug lords in America for a brief but passionate affair, until everything came crashing down.
When everyone but me was arrested, I was on the run from the law with warrants out for my arrest for almost a month after my home was searched. Eventually, I had to turn myself into the FBI with a seriously deranged attorney. After initially swearing to myself I would never cooperate with the authorities, being told I was looking at twenty years in prison changed my tune. I went undercover in a major way for the feds in New Jersey and Arizona, working on several important cases and providing substantial cooperation, including wearing a body recorder to a meet in Tucson and taping dozens of calls with the drug lord of our network in Mexico, who was also eventually arrested, in large parts due to my efforts.
I also became involved with a real Mafia-type gangster, who fell in love with me and promised to take me into the Witness Protection Program with him. Regardless of all that seemed to be working in my favor to keep me out of prison, destiny is what it is, and when I was finally sentenced by a federal judge, he gave me a forty-two month prison sentence.
I went to a minimum security federal work camp in late 1995 and made it a productive time instead of a waste of time. I was released early due to my participation in a 500 hour drug program, which allowed me a year off my time. I was on hardcore probation, supervised release, for three years once released from a hellish halfway house, after I testified in front of a federal grand jury. Once done with all my obligations and fines, I end my story leaving the state of New Jersey and embarking on a new life as I move to Tucson in June of 2001.
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In keeping with my interdependent, yet seeming independent beingness, self-publishing finally became a no-brainer for me. Trying to fit into any box that most publishing houses require is not my style and became more than apparent to me earlier in 2018.
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