After we moved out of the hotel, after a week or ten days, Jose moved with us also, into the Condo that the insurance company put us into. Soon things took a very wild turn! There were pool tables, a big swimming pool, plenty of room and course lots of time to drink and take drugs. Whenever Jack went to work, Jose and I started playing around and going nuts. I thought we were just having lots of fun, but most of the time I was numb and unconscious of what was really happening.
One evening Daud invited me out to have a talk, and as we were seated at a table, not far away I noticed that at the bar there was this big fantastic looking man. It was Johnny Weissmuller– Tarzan, king of the Jungle! I remembered my niece Vera had asked me if I’d ever seen him in person; I thought “she doesn’t believe that’s his screaming voice in the jungle, when he swings in those trees!” So I told Daud who patiently let me get away with all my whims, that I’d be right back; I did explain to him that I was going up to the big star at the bar. Daud just smiled and said “Good luck!”
I walked up to the bar and got his attention immediately; he was holding a drink, but he stood up and kissed my hand. I proceeded to make my request, a favor for my niece. Could he do “that scream that he does in all his movies over the phone to my only niece Vera, who loves you just as much as I do”?
Of course I had memories of those Tarzan films from my childhood in Porlamar in Isla Margarita, in that swing, where I spent long hours dreaming of meeting all these stars some day. That was far away, but not really so long ago, except it seems like another lifetime, when I could only dream about these people, never mind being kissed and standing next to one of them.
Well, he said okay and the bartender handed me a phone after I dialed my niece’s number. I talked to her but she did not believe what was about to happen; he was standing next to me, bellowing as loud as he did in the movies, several times that jungle scream that made Tarzan so famous. After that we had another kiss and thank you and you’re welcome, which is what famous people in Hollywood say to each other. All that phony staff most of the time, but sometimes it is real ! I believe all that, in my childish brain, despite the abuse of all the good things and bad things which made my life a fantasy, in cinemascope, 3-D and Technicolor, I was walking on air I was not even on this planet.
Things seemed so unreal, I was going through an unreal time myself, and it seemed everything was a bad dream, just a fantasy what was happening. This too shall pass, the fire, Jose, Jack and I not communicating, Jack was so good of a husband, it was only because of the drugs and the craziness that I would ever think of leaving him– but as you will see, I did. And after that everything seemed to stop, there was no more care about remodeling the house or Jack or anybody: I just walked away with Jose, it actually happened. I’ll say the drugs destroyed my mind, nothing mattered any more except Jose, drugs and alcohol. It all became “who cares?” ,The only thing I kept were pictures and Icons and God was not too far from my mind and soul, that was the only thing I had with me.
I was trying lots of different drugs, but everything mixed with alcohol, and then my friend Jim had some PCP or something like that, even worse than quaaludes, my preferred drug-alcohol mix. After a while the desire and dream and the excitement of remodeling my home vanished gone, no dream to create a new house. Jack worked hard at all this but soon it evaporated into fumes, the excitement died and another excitement took over drugs alcohol and doing nada , living together with Jose meeting his friends and feeling too old for him (he was in his early 20s and I was in my 30s, the two of us alone).
I was leaving Jack at that last beautiful Condo, to this day I don’t know why I did this stupid thing, I will never know? We moved into a quiet apartment and lived a stupid life. I started a mail order business , but Jose convinced me to buy some cocaine instead, so we’d make some money. Well, not a penny did we make! I didn’t go out selling drugs, I was not exactly a pusher and could not give a damn about selling dope, but I used it and he used it, then he OD’s I spent 3 days praying for his life at LA.General Hospital, seeing him helpless laying there in com, did not teach me a lessons where all his was coming to a bad end.
Jose came out of the hospital and got a job as a gofer and chauffeur for Sammy Davis Jr, but by then I was going to parties at the house of Jeff Cooper (in Mexico he was known as Kaliman, he did those cartoons so very famous in Mexico and most of the Latin countries). Of course there were more men than women at the parties, which would go on for days….