At some point in 1981 my girlfriend Pam moved to
There was a great music scene in
There were a lot of parties there and I had a blast. I loved the theater crowd because the women were beautiful and the men were gay. There was a serious shortage of heterosexual men.
It was at this time I moved into
She has since died and I always thought she would have been a perfect case for the headstone that read, “I told you I was sick”.
I remember a stranger walking in to one of our parties. We were tripping at the time. The stranger found a corner, sat on the floor, pulled his hat over his head and fell asleep. He had what looked like bird shit covering his hat. We began to panic thinking he had wandered in from the highway. We were finally told he was the Chuck Auger’s landlord. The splotches on his hat was paint.
I don’t want to get tedious but