"A gorgeously witty account of the author's single-minded pursuit of young men" -- The AdvocateFall 1970 saw John Valentine writing for a fragile underground paper in downtown Hollywood. A decaying cardboard building housed its seedy premises, and short of anywhere else to live, he made his home in the rear office. "Peeling wallpaper. Broken windows. Unlockable locks. Bad plumbing. Most slumlike quarters I've ever had. In the absence of any kind of curtaining, I had newspapers taped over the windows. The building was the streetkids' social and community center. Anyone looking for a crashpad looked first there... It was a sexual paradise.