Dionysus was studying photography at the University. He lived a couple of doors down from me in the historic Cooper Arms in downtown Long Beach. One night after I finished working a late shift at the Shorehouse Café, waiting on obnoxious drunks coming out of the bars, Dion was in the lobby, sitting on the edge of the security guard’s desk debating the solidarity movement.
We became lovers that night, an affair that lasted a long time. I was such a serious student then that I told him not to come by until after 11 as I would be studying. I was studying cultural and intellectual history and had as many as 33 books to read per quarter sometimes. He always respected my wishes and came over shortly after 11 with a bottle of champagne.