To say I was “built” was putting it mildly. Venice Beach was the Mecca for bodybuilding, so I left my home in the middle of the night with what little money I had and decided to make a new start. No need to pack much since my clothes didn’t fit anymore. I grabbed an extra pair of loose sweats then left my parents a note and a kiss on their sleeping cheeks as I crept out the door.
I drove through the night and arrived at first light. Muscle Beach.
After a quick bite to eat, my first stop was a local beach-ware shop to get a new bikini and wrap. Straight from the dressing room to the checkout counter, I could tell the young male clerk was doing his best not to stare. He rung me out and I gave hive a little extra swagger as I walked out the door.
I immediately felt at home as 5’ 9” ripped young hardbody. I could really experiment with my special gift here.
I lived out of my car for the first week or so and loved to spend nights on the beach.