Memory of a Stand Up Guy

I had a friend, Adan Noguiera. We got into a big ass brawl with some assholes at Raw Power, a punk club on San Pedro at Woodlawn in the early/mid 80s. I slipped out the back door, fired up my '65 Galaxie 500 and pulled up to the alley door. Adam, still putting up a good fight, came out as I was honking my horn and hopped in. I sped off into the night. We had a late night meal at Taco Cabana, then went home and went to sleep.

Adan was the first gay male I ever knew. And his parents hated him for being gay. He was a stand up guy. The last I heard from him was six years ago on Facebook. He'd become a republican. True story.