His eyes wouldn’t let me go, and we were soon locked in the bathroom, with John whispering poetry to me among the candles and scarf-draped lamps. He was tall and soft-spoken and had long brown hair that reminded me of Jim Morrison. I met John at a dimly lighted Los Feliz duplex, at one of those “friend of a friend” parties I found myself frequenting during my first year in Los Angeles. When I read the news that Silver Lake’s Café Tropical had abruptly closed, memories came flooding back - memories of a time, a place and a boyfriend.
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