507 was a nice 3 bedroom 2 story. It had a living room, den, dinning room and Kitchen. Not soon after we moved in, Robbie's Mother, the bitch came storming into our house asking where Robbie was. Len freaked out and ran into the little storage place under the steps. She went through the house opening doors. When she opened the closet where Len was hiding, he came out yelling. "Just who the hell do you think you are?" Robbie was hiding up stairs. His Mom said that she was there to get her son out of this house of 'fags'. Len yelled back at her "At least he had a place to stay when his Bitch of a Mother kicked him out of her house!" Well, Robbie went home with the bitch. (He later came out to the bars when he was old enough and became 'Zela Dubois'. )
We had a couple of 'friends' move in later. More on them later. There was a guy that lived down the street from us. Mike! (We recently got in contact again) He would bring over his Sony Bata Max. (The first video recorder made available to the public) We would get real stoned and ... and watch movies. The first time I saw The Exorcist I was tripping. I laughed my ass off.
We also got to watch, many times, National Lampoons 'Disco Beaver from Outer Space'. If you ever get a chance to see it do. Only email me and let me know when and where. I would love to get a copy of it. It was shown on HBO. They have it in their archives but have no plans at the present to show it. There are so many one liners from it.
Len and I share something else in common. My birthday is April 5th. and his is April 4th. We have had many wonderful birthday memories. Well when our birthdays came that year we decided to have a birthday party where we were in Drag. Yehaa. I must tell you that every weekend was a party. Anyway, back to the story. Len and I spent so much time getting ready that the party was well underway by the time we went downstairs. We both felt so silly, being the only ones in drag that we went back upstairs to get out of drag. When we got back down stairs did we have fun. There was this guy that Len had invited to the party. But he had hooked up with this girl. They left the party.
Like I said we always had a party. It was nothing for someone at the end of the evening, at the bar, to call a bar party at 507. Hell the whole bar knew that number. The next weekend we had another party. Wouldn't you know that the guy and girl came back. But this time I took him from her. LOL. Len wasn't mad at me because he was over the guy. I will call him Yeah Man. He was from Cleveland. He said 'Yeah Man' a lot. He was a handsome man with dark hair. And he was a great kisser. Something I like to do. Yeah Man came over to my house several times after that. Sometimes in the afternoon. It was great! It wasn't till later that I lost touch of him, more on Yeah Man later.
The couple of 'friends were Mike and Susie. Susie was supposed to be straight, but later came out as a full fledged dyke. I remember one weekend Len had a friend come in from out of town. Mike, Susie, and I went to Ohio to get some beer. You might ask why go all that way when we could have gotten it in W VA. W Va. sold only 3.2 beer while Ohio sold 6.4 beer. When we got back to the house we emptied out the fridge so we could put the beer on ice. When Len came in and opened up the fridge he asked "Who the hell put oil in the Fridge?" He was talking about 'Foster's Lager in the big cans.
Well the party sorta fizzled out early. I had been drinking since around 11am. So Len and most of the gang went to the bar. I went to bed. I was too partied out. I woke up later with Susie shaking me saying that the house was full of people. I went out my door and it took me over 45 minutes to make it from my room to the kitchen and back. Len had called the famous "Bar party 507 Wyoming St." over the bar intercom. There had to be at least 200 people in the house. When I went into the dinning room, where the bar was set up, there was a cop having a glass of punch. Boy, was he a cutie. He said that we would have to break up the party or the patty wagon was going to come. Len talked with him. They went out to the squad car. A little later the lights started flashing on the car. Len and the cop found some kind of common ground. HeHe. Anyway, we had to break it up. I remember, Connie, a local drag queen, saying, "Hell, I haven't been in a patty wagon in a while I'm staying here till my chariot arrives. LOL. If there is anyone that lived in that neighborhood back then, I offer you my humblest apologies. There were people in between the houses pissing and puking. The noise level was up there. It took over an hour for us to get the house cleared out. The next day I found out what the common ground was between Len and the cop. The cop was gay!
I was working at a local restaurant as a dishwasher. I had broken a jar and had cut myself, requiring stitches. I was off for 2 weeks. We had opened a household bank account, in my name, that required 2 signatures. All 4 of us were listed on the account. My mistake. I quit the restaurant after I went back. 2 weeks later after the banking troubles started I found a check on the mantle for me. It was from workman's comp. Mike and Susie felt that I didn't deserve it so they hid it. When the rent check bounced I couldn't understand what had happened. I had just deposited the check. Little did I know that Mike and Susie were going and writing checks on the account to party. We were about to be kicked out of the house. The gas got turned off and it was cold. Len and I went to my parents house for a couple of days. When we got back to 507, it was trashed. Mike and Susie had a party. They weren't there. Neither was my 8mm movie camera and my 35mm camera. The A--holes had stolen them. We didn't see them again. I don't know what happened to them and don't really care. They could have dropped off the face of the Earth and I would be glad.
From here we moved several places. Next was Beakman Place
I will be adding more to the story as I go. So check back often.
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