Still unloading boxes from the quickie move. Leo finds some old photo albums. He brings one over while pointing out a much younger me with some hot babes showing cleavage and naked butt cheeks. He say’s, “Give me twenty bucks or I’ll show mom”! I laugh in his face. Tell him to go right ahead. The ‘girls’ in the photo are all guys. He stares at me like a wooden Indian. I tell him to ask his mom….While he was gone on a fact finding mission, I checked out the photo again. Wow! The good old days. The picture was taken at a plastic surgeons Halloween party in Pacific Palisades, back in the early 80’s. He invited me after I did a phone system at his office off Bedford. The ‘lifemate’ he shared this monster house with that over looked the ocean, was also a Doctor. He specialized in sex changes. Men to women. Naturally, after a few drinks, I ask this roommate if I can check out his trophy room of weenies he’s removed…Oh man, did he give me the look of death. He then slams down his drink and grabs me by the arm. He pulls me into an office in the house and jerks me into an overstuffed chair. I then get a lecture, with photos, on just how hard it is to make a man into a woman. First of all, he screams into my face, spittle flying, “You DON’T CUT OFF THE PENIS, MORON”! I pretend to be straightened out and keep a straight face. Turns out, Mr. Weenie is SPLIT down the middle, then reformed into a tube deal, reusing the nerve endings. I nod my head and pretend to be sensitive. I then hear how long it takes for the recovery process that involves a lot of pain and suffering. I nod some more. He lets me out of the chair. As we go back into the living room, I say a clinical sounding, “So, when can the space dick party with a stock dick”? He attacked me. Once again, thrown out of a party for no reason…