So I'm not sure exactly when Raul and I broke up.
1. Maybe in August 1987, when my roommate Alan moved to Thailand to start a gay Pentecostal church. I asked Raul to move in to help with the rent, but he refused: "too far from work" (he was now in customer service at a company on Wilshire). So I had to hustle to find a new place, with Derek on Sunset Boulevard.
2. Or in September 1987, when Raul's lease expired, and he moved into an ugly house with a German cinematographer or something named Heinz -- in West Hollywood, only two miles from my old apartment.
|Heinz's Horrible House|
He listened incessantly to a terrible German pop group -- "Come away wiz me tyu Molly-Byu, tyu Molly-Byu, tyu Molly-Byu."
He forced us to watch the Miss America pageant. Why would a group of gay men want to watch the Miss America pageant? "For the outfits!"
The rest of the story, with nude photos, is on Tales of West Hollywood.