Once Innocent

It was 1983 when I met Stephen, a gay Kiwi in L.A. He was like many others in Hollywood, trying to get “the big break”. Sadly to this day I don’t think he ever did . . . But back to the story. The first time I met him was at a mutual friend’s house […]


I was working for a big time Malibu painting contractor in the mid eighties named John. A jolly likable man in his fifties. So on the Monday morning we all met at the warehouse where the trucks were parked over the weekend. Mondays were always a bit crazy.


I couldn’t write. It was pissing rain and cold cold cold. I loved it! It meant no people but probably no Horace either which saddened me a little. My hare friend and I had had many deep and totally meaningless conversations over the past 3 months. I liked Horace and we had a good time chatting. […]

Too Early

Most nights I slept well but on this particular one I was having a problem. I constantly returned to Tim Robbins crawling through the legs of Raquel Welsh with his rock hammer in that movie, oh you know the one. Great actor, great movie, great legs . . . Raquel’s I mean, not Tim’s. The […]