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Tonyko Proficient

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What's the story about Paul Lynde?

Had heart attack doing poppers in bed by looks of it how he was found extra socks on the floor 2 drink glasses front door ajar etc police determined he was with someone at the time (he was well know for "hiring" young guys) who panicked and bolted rather than dialing 911. They said he "might" have been saved had paramedics been called, was only 52 I think. But this was early 80's the scort probably was afraid of getting arrested re drugs/prostitution etc. It's never been discovered who he was with no one's ever come forward. ODDLY not the first incident, back during his "Bewitched" days he picked up a hustler in SF I think, went back to his hotel they both got high but the scort got TOO high and was fucking aroiund on the window ledge and fell 7 stories to his death. (think story the press was given said he was a young fellow actor and only drinking was involved, but wasn't the truth)

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José Soplanucas Grand Master

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Question: Is there a legal obligation of a person to come to the aid of another person who may be at mortal risk, or at least summon aid? There's obviously a moral obligation but I've always wondered about the legal part.

If I have a heart attack in my hotel room while with a companion (or a circumstance as described above) and the other person simply walks away without calling 911 or attempting to render aid is there some legal ramification to that?

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One of my first clients was and older gentleman who wanted a good pounding, to which I gladly obliged. The entire time, he was face-down on the bed, huffing poppers like a madman; the bottle hardly left his nose. When our time was up, I went to shower, and he stayed on the bed. As I re-entered the room, he stood up... and then immediately collapsed to the floor. I freaked the fuck out, asked him if he was on drugs, and didn't really get a straight answer. He remained conscious, but couldn't stand at all. Eventually, he paid me, and told me leave. This was late at night up in the Hollywood Hills, and I didn't have cell service to call a car to take me back into town - so there I was, running down the road like Laura Harring in Mullholland Drive, scared shitless, the Santa Ana winds in a frenzy all around me.

 

The next morning, I texted him to make sure he was ok. It turned out that he was on blood pressure medication because of a recent kidney transplant... the poppers had lowered his blood pressure to the point where his circulation was dangerously low. Needless to say, I gave him a stern talking-to. Poppers are great and all, but you have to understand what they do to your body.

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Bunny Bixler and I were in the semi-finals - the very semi-finals, mind you - of the ping-pong tournament at the club and this ghastly thing happened.

 

We were both playing way over our heads and the score was 29-28. And we had this really terrific volley and I stepped back to get this really terrific shot. And I stepped on the ping-pong ball! I just squashed it to bits. And then Bunny and I ran to the closet of the game room to get another ping-pong ball and the closet was locked! Can you imagine? We had to call the whole thing off.

 

Well, it was ghastly. Well, it was just ghastly.

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Bunny Bixler and I were in the semi-finals - the very semi-finals, mind you - of the ping-pong tournament at the club and this ghastly thing happened.

 

We were both playing way over our heads and the score was 29-28. And we had this really terrific volley and I stepped back to get this really terrific shot. And I stepped on the ping-pong ball! I just squashed it to bits. And then Bunny and I ran to the closet of the game room to get another ping-pong ball and the closet was locked! Can you imagine? We had to call the whole thing off.

 

Well, it was ghastly. Well, it was just ghastly.

Too fun! Made my night. :cool:

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I never had a horribly scary event.

 

(Long ago.....)I once hired a guy while staying at an LAX hotel. He called repeatedly throughout the evening, postponing. I put up with it a few times, then just said forget it. He was a little abusive on the phone when I canceled. I almost gave him one more chance.

 

A week later, I read on Atkol (that will give you an idea of how long ago) that he was arrested for assaulting and pulling a gun on a client.

 

Made me feel I dodged a scary experience.

 

Not for this thread.... but if I find another thread on craziest experience, I'll be able to share a few.

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