I had gotten my drivers license at 15 1/2 because of drivers education. A school teacher friend at Tech I meet at the Ohio theater, let me use his new Mustang, to get my test taken in. A stick shift. I Worked at the #Hilton downtown with a sew chef friend that I meet at the Ohio theater. He got me the job there where I worked in the beef barren -up to the top of the yet opened Hilton on the back side of the Circle In downtown #Indianapolis. Washing dishes-going for food down at the main kitchen downstairs. So with all this money, I bought my first car, a 1963ish Corvair. HERE IS WHAT HAPPENED IN THE "5 WEEKS IN 69". I stepped off the bus at prospect and state street, I walked across the street. Suddenly without warning. There I was confronted by A The special forces marine Blackman, that had days earlier, kidnapped and bound me, chocked me and raped me, I would later find out from the policeman that was handling my rape investigation, That a rapist had a legal right to know who was charging him with a crime. Even though I was 15 at this time.This is how I found out who he was. He looked me in the eyes and said that he would KILL my Twin and my dad and the rest of my family if I continued with this prosecution of him. I told him I would completely drop everything. I told my "Mirror Twin" what happened. So we planned our escape with a third friend that was going to San Fransico. To the Haight -Ashbury area. The Sew chef from the Hilton Hotel said he was going to go to San Diego and would ride and keep us safe there. So a set of "Mirror Twins" and a cook, head out with me driving my Corvair. We made it almost to Tulsa before break down of the car. Some 30 or so miles out in nowhere land... Left the car and got the greyhound for Oklahoma city.Where the cook with stolen I.D. a connection at the Local YMCA sold to him, said he was a priest, and paid with priest I.D. and credit cards. We had driven this $200.00 car toward Ca.We made it to Joplin Mo. before we broke down. Hitchhiked part way and was picked up by a nun in a pickup truck loaded with bibles which we road on top of. I would pass out from dehydration when stopped at a store, fell and busted my mouth open. The good nun allowed me to ride in front of the truck with her. We did not talk. I do more damage to my front teeth. She was making a diversion to the Grand Canyon before going to Phoenix. So I saw the wondrous Grand Canyon. We had never been anywhere except KY and Tenn. before this trip. We had to Hustled in Phoenix Ariz. for the final bus ticket to Hollywood California. Refusing to go to San Deigo with this sew chef that had a picture I.D. from a Psychiatric Hospital in Canda. He had a different name to which I still know. Jerold Dueglaer. Not spelled right. After watching this girl, breastfeed a baby on the bus, we Came over the Hill to the Lights of LA. So Unbelievable. We got off the Greyhound bus at the Hollywood, CA. terminal, leaving our luggage in the hands of Gerald Dueglaer, the cook turned out to have a hidden I.D. saying, in fact, he was a mental case from a mental hospital in Canada...He said he would wash them and give them to use when we re-meet up on the following days at 2 pm at the bus station. On June 10/or so 1969 The Summer of Love, was about to begin. It was Friday evening at about 7 pm. We split up what money the 3 of us had. I put .57 into my front pocket, without a care in the world. I was In Hollywood. Land of Dreams. I could change the nightMares I could Dream again... I, with my twin, discovered we had run away from home at 15 years old, with an escapist mental person who stole all our clothes leaving my twin and me with 57 cents each in our pocket at the Greyhound Bus station in Hollywood Ca.90023. As I walked on Cherie street one hour into the game, I watched the 2 LAPD Tackle and arrest a young man, when I hear a man in a van say to me Get in. It was Nick Villagio. A tiny man that lived on Sycamore street above the Magic castle on Franklin Avenue In Hollywood. he was to be my first Hollywood Trick. I was saved within 2 hours. I went with him, for my first trip to #Denny's Restaurant. I would become Denny's lifetime Fan and their grilled ham and cheese sandwiches. No more crackers and a side of Cottage Cheese for dinner for Me. I was 15, beat up and hurting, Yet I was a very visual Hot 15-year-old walking Hollywood Boulevard in June 1969. Nick V. lived in Hollywood hills up above the Magic Castle. I had Hollywood Hills as my view and live one block away from where Ricky Nelson Lived and grew up. I walked past where Jimmy Hendrix Lived, Jim Morison Janis Joplin, I tried to pick her up off the street one day. I failed. Nick worked for a Currier at night. For millionaires, like John Paul Getty Jn, for one. I would start to work the streets of Hollywood like a master from 11 AM till 1 AM.Mostly $20.00 an ago, Indy pricing. Hollywood was great. I meet my first celebrity at a gay bar one afternoon. The son or something of the Bic Pen family. It would take several days before Lon my Mirror Twin, to show up at the Hollywood Bus station. Every day for 5 day's, I went looking for Him. I spotted him walking down Hollywood Boulevard Heading toward the greyhound. I could not Believe my Eyes. He was strutting like a peacock. Decked out with the finest of Western Wear from the world famous western wear store to the stars out in Burbank on Lankershim Boulevard. 10-gallon hat, boots, the whole outfit. Like a western Musical star. The outfit was Purple. Lon Had met Joe/me, Nick. Joe (a convicted murder in the military, Owen Roach) worked as a Head Butler for very wealthy people. He specialized in Taking over a house for a few days for a special party for someone. Joe Handled everything. One customer lived next store to Bert Bacharach and Angie Dickerson, across the street from the Playboy Mansion. I did this for a total of 5 weeks before going back to Indy for high school in late August 1969. He almost ran over me one evening Actor that played Cookie in a TV show called Sunset Strip. Had pizza with Sergeant Carter of Gomer Pile. Meet hundreds of god squatters. Meet Charlie Manson 2 times. Turned out he was a musician as we both were and was from Indiana he said. I lived in my neighborhood. Once introduced to me by my twin whom he thought had lots of girls (he did). He tried to get us to come out to the Party ranch out in the valley over Hollywood Hills.Rule # 1 -always make sure you know how to get back home. He could not get me a ride back, so I did not go. The second times we meet it was at Pandora's Box on Sunset Strip. I wanted to see the hippies, and that where they were, so was he. (within 30 days they would hack up Sharron Tate and others.) He had the same Energy level as My brother Bobby, I was able to see he was Full of shit. Later in #Scientology, I would realize he was a 1.1 or a covert hostile. Meet a director that lived in Pasadena, he had Won an Academy award..a middle eastern man of wealth.Started up the Blacklight business and had 10s of thousands of posters in his 2 mansions. Was the set designer for Ben Hur or 10 commandments. I think he won the academy award for set design, I am thinking. I Smoked weed every day. Before I left Hollywood in the summer of 69, I would meet Rock Hudson 2 times. I was picked up by a body www.behindthemensroomdoor.com
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builder in a Corvette on Hollywood Blvd one afternoon and taken for a ride into Hollywood hills. I was hired to work at this male prostitution provider. Nice house 6 or 8 other guys. All naked at the pool area. After a few hours, I asked to be dropped off at the strip. He did. I was him off and on for the 5 weeks scouting for guys. I was only 15 and hired to work as a teen hustler. I liked working my own way. Joe had to help me out with a man that had tried to force handcuffs on me in an apartment just off Hollywood Boulevard. Had to escape onto a roof in my underwear in broad daylight 100 feet from Hollywood Boulevard. This would be the 2ND time I saved my life by climbing onto a roof. The gold cup restaurant was the main hangout for Johns. I told Joe what happened-Lon had already gone back to Indy by now. He had a friend bodybuilder that was also a protector. Joe paid for him to watch me. He paid a visit to the apartment. I took him down to the location of the attempted Handcuffing to confront the guy. He already had moved out. This guy was gay, tried to talk me into making porn films or happy ones. I was not gay and only work as a hustler for money and not interested in gay films. One Saturday in The summer of 69. I was standing on my corner Gower and Hollywood when #RockHudson pull up to me and asks if I would like a ride. He stayed seated in his car. I would wave him on. I recognized the Man and the voice right away. I never tricked with young men. I knew he expected a free-be and was young, so I Said no thanks to Rock Hudson. He was in an older Mercedes Benz. Up the street comes this bodybuilder I promised him I would tell him if I would be in this porn with him. He was walking very fast toward me. Then something unusual happened. Rock Hudson had circled the block and came back for a second hit on me and pulled to the curb, This time getting out of his car to impress me I guess. At the same time, this guy is asking me loudly yelling if I will be in the porn from Hollywood Blvd as Rock Hudson is asking me out on a Date from the side street around the corner. I suddenly hear a trumpet sound, oh no not again as I looked skyward, a voice rang to say you may grow up to be president some day. I told him no, Looked at Rock as This guy yells out Hey your Rock Hudson as I am making eye contact with him shaking my head no. He gets back in his car and drives away. I left Hollywood after 5 weeks meeting movie stars, Directors, Holy #Krishna God squanders and etc., I had 2200 saved. I had been to Disneyland. I was ready to go take on the Demon at Home.
