Oct 16, 2015

Mohammed Gives Me a Christmas Present

December  18th, 1987

My second year in West Hollywood.  I was planning to fly home for Christmas the next day, but I woke up sick: feverish, dizzy, headache, sore throat.

"Why do I always gt sick at Christmastime?" I asked myself savagely.  The answer came: Too busy, too much stress, too much fat and sugar, not enough exercise.

I cancelled my flight, and waited to get better.

December 22nd

I could hardly eat anything due to the sore throat.  I called my regular doctor, but he was out of town, so they offered to get me an appointment with a substitute.

The rest of the story, with nude pictures, is on Tales of West Hollywood.