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I had forgotten how handsome he was. I certainly never forgot his hairy chest or meaty cock.
He was f**kin' gorgeous. Heartbreakingly beautiful.
Dick, I have always called him Rick, and I worked at "Rascals" bar in West Hollywood in 1978. He was a very nice guy always in a good mood. I was visiting a friend in Texas in late 1983 when I got the news that Rick had died in a car crash. I will always call him my friend.
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