Warning: This book contains some graphic descriptions of men having sex with each other. It also contains some drug use. If that offends you, this book isn't for you.
It was the late 90s. They met when he picked Sam up on Santa Monica Boulevard in Los Angeles. He wasn't on the prowl, Sam just looked like he could use a ride. Sam almost looked like a rugged mountain man, wiry, long hair, wore tight jeans, a flannel shirt and hiking boots. He didn't talk much, but he had a gentle smile and a great laugh. An evening of talk turned in to a night of fumbling but profound encounter.
Sam introduced him to many things, including a house blessing ritual, an interesting toy and the intense connection possible on his first LSD trip.
Sam called him "Hoss."