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like a ton of bricks. I was sitting there wondering why would Victor Hugo give
mehislasthitofcrack?Yearslater,Irealize,hewashopingIwouldsay,“Damn,
that stuff is the shit! Can you get me some more now?” I didn't do that. All I
could think was, “Fuck, keep me away from this shit because I will get addicted
to this, and it will be the end of my life as I know it.” I thanked him and got out
of there as fast as I could. I felt like I had met the Devil. Thank God, I had the
strength to avoid getting into that. Even in those wild days I somehow knew bet-
ter.
At one point, my friend Mario felt sorry for Victor Hugo, who had lost his
apartment, so he let Victor Hugo live with him at the hotel. According to Mario,
Victor Hugo was so
glamorous
because he had been a fixture at Studio 54, and
he had been Halston's lover. And Andy Warhol had painted a painting of Victor
Hugo's dick, so Victor was glamorous. But all of the sudden, Mario started noti-
cing some of his belongings had gone missing from his room. One night, Mario
was at a club, and he saw this male prostitute wearing his leather jacket.
Mario walked up to him. “Hey, how you doing? Where'd you get that leather
jacket?”
“Oh,yeah,VictorHugo,Halston'slover,”theguysaid.“Hegavemethejack-
et.”
Mario wanted Victor Hugo out of his apartment. Ellis also told me, “Yeah,
Victor Hugo's moving in with Scott.”
Scott Covert was my friend, a painter. So I told him, “Be careful of Victor
Hugo. He stole some stuff from Mario.”
I didn't really have anything against Victor. My girlfriend Carol liked Victor
becausehewouldgiveherconstructivecriticismonherartwork.Hewasaknow-
ledgeable, classy guy. But he was at the end of his rope, and instead of dealing
with it, he was stealing from his friends.
SothenextthingIknew,VictorwasangryatmeforwarningScottabouthim.
He was telling me how tacky I was, how sophisticated he was, and I was ruining
his reputation.
“Well, Victor,” I told him, “at least I don't steal from my friends. I don't give
a damn where you've been or who you know. Scott's my friend, and if I want to
tell him you stole things from Mario, you're not going to stop me.”
After that, Victor and I were never friends again. It caused some difficulty
between Scott and me, too.
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