James Pickell

Kentfield/Greenbrae- A E Kent Middle School

Joined the military (U.S. Navy) to be a Hospital Corpsman after graduation. I didn't do my entire stint and got a general discharge. I matriculated at Long Beach City College, then went to University of New Mexico for Arts and Humanities. I'm a poet, photographer, screenplay writer, sculptor, painter, linguist, theologian, and a self taught cultural anthropologist, and some think I'm a conspiracy theorist, although my knowledge of bloodlines, secret societies, freemasonry and such go very far back throughout history. Everything I speak and write about is well documented in that regard. And I've been struggling but enjoying every moment of life to what I consider to be the fullest.

Wow, some people used to call me pickle (like the briny cucumber), others called me Rude Boy. I was the guy in ox's blood docks and camo pants and usually a punk shirt that I'd either make myself or that I just had, probably lost in the mists of time now. I didn't take high school as seriously as I probably should have. I didn't know back then that I had an avid reader and deep thinker inside of me. Jordan Stoltz, Tony Buckmaster, Brannon Thoma, Chris Duffy, the late great Matt Burns, Yuri Miller, the late great Mac Passano, were and still are some of my best friends of all time. I remember Tony, before he went to San Andreas, and I used to make skateboards in Mr. Roark's woodshop class and then sponsor them after our teachers. We called one of them The Chetron! Mr. Chetron was not amused. We used to put a handful of tacks on Chris La Paige's seat and he'd never think to look down before sitting on them, and would throw back his head and yell in pain! I think most people remember me being the class clown! Not much has changed. Lol!