
They looked like gang leaders. One looked small thin Asian, the other smallish, thin white like French, or Canadian or possibly Russian-ish. I was very fatigued and at my own wits end. Wished I had decades of life already experienced. I did step out and away from using that name ever again. I was happy to let others take it on… they were all older than me. (Los Angeles, CA circa 1977)
I believe at least one “Mamie” was there as a witness. It was begun as fun, it rose to something much greater… and more so as I left for good. I’ve never been back as “G.C.”
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