> He > was still depressed and drinking though, then the wife went to Europe, new > girlfriends, new car, still drinking, Oak tree your in my may, and thats was > the legend of Jackson Pollock.
Painfully glib--I hope you present the story of his death as being what it
was--the act of sick individual who didn't care if he lived or died--and also,
more importantly, didn't care who he killed along with himself. There were two
women in the car with him that day--he killed one of them and the other--though