Who was that mystery man?

bldg is still there

“A crowd of eagles screamed overhead and I looked up. I only saw two swallows winging softly out to the sea.”

Okay. The days I spent with him at his apartment on the corner of Fountain and Crescent Heights he showed me the book he was writing, his life story, with drawings. That line above was one of his short poems. After writing about him earlier, link, I checked on Amazon and there, 1 copy left, was his autobiography with drawings, in used good condition. It cost me $20 but I just sprang for it because I've got to know, if the poem I remember with the little drawings of birds flying in the sky is in the book, then that movie star was the man who I was trafficked to at age 19 in Hollywood in 1967. or maybe when I was 20 and 68. anyway I'm posting this here on my blog today as a way to document it. I'm not going to come back and edit this post, and then when I get the book Feb 2-4, I'm going to look and see if it has the poem about the Eagles overhead who turned out to just be seagulls flying softly into the sea. then I will post who the movie star was if it was him. so stay tuned. RE:

https://cityofangels25.blogspot.com/2025/12/memoir-weird-circularity-of-my-life.html 

“into my mind popped a memory of working in that office on the corner of Bedford and Wilshire where Rogers & Cowan took up one floor in 1984. The weird circularity of my life is that in the office across the hall from me was the son of a famous actor, whose name I'm not going to put here. In the late 1960s when I was a wide eyed blonde in my late teens floating around Hollywood, at one point I met this woman from Australia who kept putting me in situations where I ended up having sex with some man who… 

The elegant Aussie took me to the actor's home without telling me who he was; I ended up alone with him, whose movies keep showing up in black and white on YouTube and other networks, I looked him up on Wikipedia recently and it was during the period that he had just divorced his wife that he was set up with me, and I ended up staying in his Crescent Heights luxurious home for several days, so naive that I thought we were having a relationship. Looking back now I can see the Aussie woman was trafficking me; at age 19 in 1967 I was on my own in LA getting in all kinds of trouble… I survived.”

Follow-up coming when the book gets here