"That's one sweet ass. You are one sexy piece of ass." "I can sing too, and will look good in front of your band," I said, trying to keep the focus on why I was there, in the sleazy hotel room, tinted red by the "O" and the "L" of the flashing neon sign just outside the window. I wondered if he could hear the pain in my voice, although chances were that he...
Chapter 13 In retrospect, it probably wasn't a good idea for Paul to sequester himself for a long weekend with nothing the meager contents of his refrigerator and a well-stocked liquor cabinet. Three days. Three days of silence from Steven. Three days of messages from Ace. Three days of hating himself. Paul felt like such a fool. And, worse, he knew bette...
The summer of 1976 was especially hot. It was late August and I was studying in the library at college but found it impossible to concentrate. Every time I looked out of the window I could see carefree people in the quad, laughing, enjoying life, making the most of the wonderful, warm weather. I felt left behind, stuck in this mausoleum reading but not takin...
It all began at my eighteenth birthday party. My parents just would not believe that I was through with all that juvenile 'birthday' stuff, so I had to endure one more embarrassing round of phoney smiles and worthless gifts from all my parents' family and friends. I am, I have learned since, a fairly attractive guy. Short, about 5'7" and slim but not too ski...
It was 1pm and we were finishing rehearsing in our studio for the morning when my phone rang and Damien's name appeared on the screen. He was a sound engineer, who had worked with us in the studio for about four months. He had done a great job on the album. He had a really good ear for music and was good at his job. "Hey, Mark, how you doing?" he asked. "G...
Hi, This is the third part of my story A matter of Size. I included a Prologue in which I summarize what happened in the other two chapters, so if you do not remember or simply you do not want to read those parts, you still will be able to follow the story. I hope you like it, thank you very much for reading it. ***** Prologue I kept telling myself, "how...
Hi! It’s Tommy again. You remember? Tommy Driscoll? I was telling you the story of how I met my partner Pete. Well, a lot of you guys out there didn’t like that my story was so short and that it ended before I gave you any of the ‘details’ of what Pete and I did that night. To be honest with you, I was gonna write about that but...well...I just didn’t fe...
The first time I met Mr. Steinberg, I was totally impressed with the way he carried himself. He looked pretty old to me, maybe in his 70's, maybe even older, but I could tell from the way he dressed and spoke and especially with his young physique, that he exuded confidence and self assurance. I don't think he was a body builder by any means, but dressed in...
Through the Looking Glass: A Nerd in the Weight Room On a normal day, I would wake up by 7:00 AM to be out the door by 7:30 for first period bell at 8:05. I had my routine down to a strict science. 7 minute shower, 3 minutes dressing, 1 minute on hair, 4 to pack my bags and the rest at the kitchen table inhaling whatever was available before jumping in my C...
I was leaning over the washbasin in the bathroom of Ari's small Tel Aviv apartment. The bathroom was clouded with steam as Ari had just turned off the water in the shower. I was watching him through the mirror above the basin, wiping it off periodically as it misted over. He had a great, hirsute body and swung low. He played a mean viola and a magnificent co...