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.