In 1972 I arrived in Hollywood seeking fame fortune etc. I soon found myself homeless and without a job. My first job was at the Las Palmas Theater which at the time catered to an exclusive gay theater. It was anything but a normal job. I was a projectionist which required walking thru the isles to reach the projection room which was behind the main screen. We carried large flashlights to fight off the gopers who would reach out to grab anything walking by. At $2.00 an hour I first decided it was a cinch since all I did was change the reels every 90 minutes and in the meantime there was an old upright piano for me to work on my songwriting skills. The second week I was startled by 2 Hollywood vice officers threatening to kick the door down before I could open it up. They had all of us in the office before taking us to jail. They then explained to me that since they had never seen me before they would let me go but if I was there the next raid I would begin an unending legal mess. While this was going on, someone came into the office with a 2nd print to start a new movie. Since they had no warrant on that print they would come back the next week for a 2nd raid. The manager being arrested assured me the “company” would bail me out anytime I was arrested. The cops informed me that once in the circle, the so called mafia or whatever, would own me, taking me to new cities under assumed names. I had just been indoctrinated into the gay porno underground. I took the advice and ended up at CBS Television as a script typist etc etc…
In 1972 I arrived in Hollywood seeking fame fortune etc. I soon found myself homeless and without a job. My first job was at the Las Palmas Theater which at the time catered to an exclusive gay theater. It was anything but a normal job. I was a projectionist which required walking thru the isles to reach the projection room which was behind the main screen. We carried large flashlights to fight off the gopers who would reach out to grab anything walking by. At $2.00 an hour I first decided it was a cinch since all I did was change the reels every 90 minutes and in the meantime there was an old upright piano for me to work on my songwriting skills. The second week I was startled by 2 Hollywood vice officers threatening to kick the door down before I could open it up. They had all of us in the office before taking us to jail. They then explained to me that since they had never seen me before they would let me go but if I was there the next raid I would begin an unending legal mess. While this was going on, someone came into the office with a 2nd print to start a new movie. Since they had no warrant on that print they would come back the next week for a 2nd raid. The manager being arrested assured me the “company” would bail me out anytime I was arrested. The cops informed me that once in the circle, the so called mafia or whatever, would own me, taking me to new cities under assumed names. I had just been indoctrinated into the gay porno underground. I took the advice and ended up at CBS Television as a script typist etc etc…