There's a light... over at the Frankenstein place...

Stop staring into my window! Gross!

Back in the day, when the Elektra Condominiums was just The Townhouse Apartments, there was a guy who used to stand in his Living Room window every night during the evening commute and masturbate (he lived on the fifth floor or thereabouts, which was at eye level with the walkway on the east side of the convention center).

My straight housemate Ryan and I used to walk home together each night, and we'd always see him saluting us.

He was nothing to write home about, aesthetically speaking, but he was a constant presence in a time of great fluctuation in our lives. I always wondered what happened to him.

@3 - He became a writer on the Slog.

I think it was the "Towne" House.

4, I think you are right.

3, If so, which one? I know it's not Lord Basil (he's a nevernude, thank God - plus he hasn't left that basement studio of his over by Cal Anderson Park since 1976).

There's only a few that I imagine could "stack up" against Our Buddy, if you know what I mean (All I ever said was that he wasn't pretty.)

So who?

Supreme Ruler?
Will in Seattle?
Fnarf?
Fiftytwoeighty?

Just to mention a few.....

Oops, that should read "5, I think you are right...." and "4, if so, which one....."

Math is hard.

". . .over at the Frankenstein place. . ."

"There is a light, and it never goes out." :-)