Looking back over the years, my life seems to have taken a page from Forrest Gump. Being in the right place at the right time. Or being in the wrong place at the right time. Between these pages, I write about celebrities I have been, or spoken with, or merely passed on the street, or maybe even had business with, or frolicked with at a gay bathhouse, or invited up to my apartment. So the title of my book, "Rubbing Elbows," isn't completely accurate. I didn't really and truly rub elbows with most of the celebs who crossed my path, or whose path I crossed. I'll try to define it better inside.
