Saturday, April 25, 2020

close call with death

Around 1973 or 1974 I was standing on Telegraph Avenue when a van pulled up. I was five feet seven and a rail thin 127 pounds, hair down to my waist. I was day dreaming when three young dudes burst from the van and headed for me. I was so startled that I didn't think to react or even know what was about to happen. As they ran toward me, a huge burly guy feinted toward them and they backed off and jumped in the van. It all happened so quickly that I didn't even thank the guy for saving me. It took me about five minutes to realize that they were intent on beating me at the least and possibly kidnapping me.  I then remembered the story of a woman friend, a model-beautiful blonde, who was abducted from there for a rape film and somehow managed to talk one of her captors into releasing her.

Life can be strange.


  1. I wish I could have seen you with hair down to your waist ... Uh, a thought just struck me: Could they have mistaken you for another beautiful woman they needed for another rape film?!?

  2. I had my beard by then, so I don't think so. Perhaps they intended to make a snuff film...