I was sprawled out on the sofa in my Hollywood apartment, wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, watching a game show on the black-and-white, thirteen-inch TV, smoking a joint, and getting really annoyed. My date was almost two hours late. I was alone in the apartment because my roommates, both high school friends from Tucson, were out partying. Where the hell was he?
When the phone finally rang around 10:00 p.m., I didn’t try to hide the fact that I was upset.
“Chris! It’s Allan.” He sounded a little out of breath, and from the background noise I guessed...