ala jawnbc: I can’t really remember what I was doing 20 yrs ago but I’ll give it a try.
I was living on a non-navigable boat moored in Miami’s Biscayne Bay with my bi-friend, Mark (aka Cavedog). Being October and end of the bike racing season I was probably gearing up for the last big race of the season. I was working at a bike shop within walking distance of the dingy docks. I was selling about $1000 of pot a week during this period. I liked having extra money and I had no rent, electric, or bills.
This period in my live was rather interesting in that I let my attraction to a roughneck take me by the scruff of my collar and I was stupidly devoted to him (and my sexual needs). He didn’t come out to the boat except when he wanted to but, he always showed up when he wanted money, which he got from me and his fat, but big tit (his attraction) girlfriend.
He was wearing thin on me and I developing a relationship with another bi guy who was a construction worker, iron worker. He, Richard, was attracted to me and let me know he was interested and we developed a pretty good relationship that lasted after Mark and I split.
Both of these guy were drinkers and drug users. Gawd, it broke my heart but, thank goodness, I’ve never been interested in using drugs. Mark got me started drinking (beer, rum, gin, whiskey) but, I don’t like beer. In 1984 while in Italy, I got to love wine.
In summation, this time was not about what I was doing but, what I had surrounded myself with: hot sexy bi men, cycling, and lots of freedom to do whatever I wanted. There was no art in my life at this time. I was on hiatus. 🙂