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Rock rocked； rolled； listed； lurched； and landed in my arms。
I moved in。 I moved out of my Methedrine mode with Miltown and Macallan scotch。 I made machinations to save myself and rescue the Rock。
I called Mickey Cohen。 I tipped him to Candy Barr's barrage of shit behind his back and begged him to call off Don Jordan。 Mickey tossed a tantrum and told me he'd try。 I called in a cautiously coded note to Clinton Anderson。 I told the Chief's chief chump to check this： I chomp at the chance to be the Chief's chief informantand I need to stay alluringly alive。 Let's talk later I've got lots of lovely dirt to drop on the BHPD。
Steve Crane did his duty and duped Yolanda Paez into my plan to play out here at Rock's playpen。 Said plan： to plant Yolanda and Rock in the sack and sock in a prank prowler call to my plant with the LAPD。 The plant plants calls to his private press contacts prowler prowls at Rock's Rosare rancho right now！ Blackand…whites bomb to Bel…Air！ Reporters run to Rock's ranch！ I fire shots out a back bedroom！ Cops kick the door in and find Rock and his Mex mama flicking feverishly！ Reporters find them and flood them with flashbulb flares！ I sell my pre…shot sex shots to Randy Rothstein at 〃Rave〃 and Terry Tompkins at 〃Tattle〃。 Ben Luboff gets skinned alive and scooped by the scoop of the scopophiliac century： ROCK HUDSON IS STRAIGHT！
I yanked Yolanda to the playpen and played her through rehearsals with the richly reluctant Rock。 The Rock's live…in lover took it all horrifically hard。 He drank himself into dramatic hysterics and hurled hate hexes at me in a slithery and scintillating silence。 I had constellated his self…contempt and crisply crystallized it。 He hated himself for his love for hunky hound dog Hudson。 He'd sweated the sweaty swish story out of the Rock。 Rock's call…boy carousing blistered and blackened his heart。 He was afraid that Rock would renounce his rump…happy ways with a real revisionistic yen for Yolanda。 He blamed all this multiplied mishigaas dead on me。
Rock promised to drop some graft gelt and glom Yolanda a green card。 Yolanda laid out some lurid Lana…Johnny tales of late。 Lana and Johnny were wrapped in a ripe roundelay of sex and self…hatred。 Brazen brawls and licentious language。 Lana was ready to cut the cord and juke Johnny out of her life。 Yolanda said she'd pay prime pop to liberate her love letters。 I called Lana and laid out a deal。 I said I'd latch onto the letters。 She said she'd lure Johnny to her lair and call Yolanda at Rock's rancho。 I'd run to Johnny's pad and pounce on her packet of purple prose then。
I set the date for the prowler…prowl press gig： 4/4/58。
Good Friday。 A good day to crucify and crush the rumor that Rock ran the Greek way。 A good way to resurrect him and hail him as heterosexual。
We waited。 We worried details。 Rock and I belted bonded bourbon and bullshitted our way down to D…Day。
Rock psyched me out and psychoanalyzed me。 I told him about my chickenshit childhood in Chillicothe； Ohio。 I told him how my meshugenah mom mistreated me。 She only let me read one book： a thick thesaurus。 Rock bestowed a bourbon…bombed benediction on me。 I told him that 〃Hush…Hush〃 would always run and rag him as a raging pussy hound。 I think we might have hugged oncebut don't tell anyone。
8：10 P。M。； Friday； 4/4158。 The lilac…colored carpet on Rock's living…room floor。
Rock jumped out of his jockey shorts。 Yolanda yanked off her dress and stamped herself with the stations of the cross。 I bored my eyes in on her and buzzed the fuzz。
My cop buddy caught the call。 〃Los Angeles Police Department。 Sergeant Helgeland speaking。〃
I said； 〃Prowler at 841 Rosare； Bel…Air。 Shots fired。〃 I hung up； hauled upstairs； and smoked two Smith & Wesson rounds out a rear window。 I heard the live…in lover boohoo and beat his fists on the bed he bounced on with the Rock。 I bounced back downstairs and went big…time bug…eyed。
It was supposed to be a faux…fuck。 It wildly and willfully wasn't。 Rock had Yolanda priapically pinioned。 She had her eyes shut。 She couldn't catch Rock surreptitiously centered on a malecenterfold spread。
The phone rang。 Yolanda yelped and rocked off of Rock。 She said； 〃It is Good Friday。 I have a premonition。〃 She pounced on the phone。 I perched by the earpiece and heard what she heard hissingly 〃Hush…Hush〃。
〃Johnny。 。 。 hitting me。 。 。 I'm so afraid。 。 。 。〃
Yolanda wrapped herself in Rock's robe and ran out the door。 She ran to Rock's lavender Lincoln and raised rubber。 I ran out and tailed her in my coon coach。 We passed a big bevy of blackand…whites rolling toward Rock's rancho。
We bombed to Bedford Drive in Beverly Hills。 We lashed into Lana Turner's house sixteen seconds apart。 We bombed up to an upstairs bedroom。 I froze in the doorway and caught a frightful freeze…frame frisson：
Lanaterrified； tear streaked。 A teenage girlshiny eyed； in shock； and scared shitless。 Johnny Stompanato staring at the knife Yolanda just jammed in him。
That's the real story： off the record； on the Q。T。 and very 〃Hush…Hush〃。
I latched onto Lana 's letters late that night。 I leaked two to Ben Luboff and bought Rock back into the closet。 I closed the closet door on Ben's big toe。 I told him to clear me with Clinton Anderson or I'd clip him for that sweet smack he swung on the sweaty swish；
He capitulated and kowtowed and called me back。 He passed me a cautiously codified Anderson aside。
I know where you were Good Friday。 YE going south。 Let's go with the public version。
A deal went down behind BHPD doors。 Anderson could not afford to yank Yolanda and push her public and stamp her for the Stompanato snuff The Chief chiseled out a deal and chilled himself out of trouble and chipped Cheryl Crane into a chump child charge。 Lana let it go down。 Anderson addressed her with a big bag of dirt he took from Terry Tompkins at 〃Tattle〃。 Lana liked to lez with Lila Lee once in a soft sapphic moon。 Terry had a pack of Polaroids。
Don Jordan decided to let me live。 He decisioned Honeybear Akins and wore the welterweight crown for fifteen fat months。 Benny 〃Kid〃 Paret mugged him and took his title in May 1960。 Some malefactors mugged him for real and murdered his mulatto ass in the mid… '90s。
Yolanda moved back to Mexico。 Hollywood had its hooks in her She transcended the tragedies of her life and triumphed as a snuff…film auteur
Steve Crane crapped out in '85。 Those lavish Luau liquor libations lopped out his liver
The live…in lover left the Rock for Liberace。 He maliciously maintained that I turned Rock straightdespite a massive mountain of definitive data that conclusively contradicted him。 Rock and I remained friends。 1 pressed his preposterous straight credentials in Hush…Hush and herded him to a herbalist when I heard he had AIDS。 Potent potions prolonged Rock 's life for a small parcel of time。 My current prognosis is presumably much better
I want to LIVE。 I want to lay out the scopophiliac scope of my life in a NONmea culpa manner I want to slap myself in serial form all over GQ。 I've got an artful array of dirt on Art Cooperthe editor…in…chief I've extorted him in