I returned to California and found that my attorney had extended the lease of my Beverly Hills store to Marco and Tony without my permission. The lawyer admitted he and all the local attorneys were afraid of Marco and Tony because of their prison records and nasty reputations. When I confronted Marco in my own store, his crony threatened to throw acid in my face. I was drunk with rage and told Marco I was going to call his parole officer if he and Tony didn't leave immediately. They backed down and turned over the keys, but I found they had run up thousands of dollars worth of bills in my name and paid no taxes while they were in control of my store. I hired a CPA and another Beverly Hills attorney to clean up the mess.
One warm summer night, I drove my Mercedes convertible to a hippie hangout tucked away in an isolated canyon for dinner. Two girls sipping coffee at a nearby table caught my eye. Lonely and certain they couldn't afford to buy a meal, I offered to share mine. Judy and her friend smiled and invited me to join them. I learned that Judy owned the biggest boutique on the Sunset Strip and designed for many famous people. We became best friends, and I was welcomed into the inner circle of more Hollywood celebrities. Judy loved telling people that we met because I thought she couldn't afford a meal.
For Thanksgiving dinner, I was invited to a famous rock musician's home. A famous movie star arrived after we had finished eating. To amuse ourselves, some of us "punished" him by silently staring at him while he ate. Later that evening, more famous musicians and many other people in the music industry arrived.
After I found a manager I trusted for my store, my daughter
Heather and I boarded a train with a group of friends for Puerto Vallarta where we lived in a beautiful villa overlooking the city. After several weeks of night life, I slipped away with a handsome young local to live in a primitive grass hut deep in the jungles of Mexico. Returning to California, I bought a farmhouse in the rugged Santa Cruz mountains. Desperately lonely and demented from alcohol and drug abuse, I found myself "in love with falling in love." I felt justified having one lover baby-sit Heather while I flew to another city to meet another lover who had sent me a plane ticket.
One warm summer night, I drove my Mercedes convertible to a hippie hangout tucked away in an isolated canyon for dinner. Two girls sipping coffee at a nearby table caught my eye. Lonely and certain they couldn't afford to buy a meal, I offered to share mine. Judy and her friend smiled and invited me to join them. I learned that Judy owned the biggest boutique on the Sunset Strip and designed for many famous people. We became best friends, and I was welcomed into the inner circle of more Hollywood celebrities. Judy loved telling people that we met because I thought she couldn't afford a meal.
For Thanksgiving dinner, I was invited to a famous rock musician's home. A famous movie star arrived after we had finished eating. To amuse ourselves, some of us "punished" him by silently staring at him while he ate. Later that evening, more famous musicians and many other people in the music industry arrived.
After I found a manager I trusted for my store, my daughter
Heather and I boarded a train with a group of friends for Puerto Vallarta where we lived in a beautiful villa overlooking the city. After several weeks of night life, I slipped away with a handsome young local to live in a primitive grass hut deep in the jungles of Mexico. Returning to California, I bought a farmhouse in the rugged Santa Cruz mountains. Desperately lonely and demented from alcohol and drug abuse, I found myself "in love with falling in love." I felt justified having one lover baby-sit Heather while I flew to another city to meet another lover who had sent me a plane ticket.| back |