For most of Mickey's adult life, he was on the run, hiding, changing identities, trying

to stay one step ahead of everyone.

He called himself a gypsy.

He called himself a wandering rabbi.

He saw himself as cast out of Golden Malibu, as it changed before his eyes.

Linda Kai was with Mickey on and off for the better part of a decade.

She was his longest term romantic partner, his confidant and his partner in crime.

And when they weren't together, he wrote to her.

And there are 64 letters from all over the world with addresses.

And stamps.

And this was all with Mickey and see his artwork.

Yeah, this is a lot of his, there's a lot of lure in here.

I wouldn't say they love letters.

Linda and I are sitting at the breakfast table of her mobile home in Ventura.

Light streams in through the windows.

On the table between us is the black binder where she keeps the letters from Mickey.

Flipping through the binder, I'm overwhelmed by the explosion of strange drawings of cats

and witches and cataclysmic world events.

Also, jokes.

There's a clipping from a newspaper of a man surrounded by credit card applications.

Quote, Mr. Plastic Fantastic, collector has 788 credit cards can't stop applying and

what appears to be a photo of Mickey Dora pasted onto his head.

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