The people! That place was a magnet for interesting types. I’ve forgotten some names, but I doubt I’m forgetting many of the people themselves. There was Rick (pronounced Reek but Rick was okay with him). A great looking black guy with huge earrings. As I remember, Rick had returned not long before from South or Central America where he had been advising or fighting with guerrillas for the liberation of people from one of the repressive regimes the U.S. government was fondling under the covers. More about him later. A name that escapes me belonged to a buff little guy who was a porn actor. Every day he would go down to the agency to see if there were any calls out for an amorous young man. I remember him coming up to the house one evening and someone saying ‘Hey, how you doin’?’ “God, I’m exhausted!” he said wearily.
’You must have worked today.”
‘Oh, yeah.’ He sounded seriously done in.
I don’t know ... I never liked to work all that hard.
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