Randal Mason Crawls Into His Own Mind!
This is my old friend, Randal Mason. When I was homeless my sophomore year, he and his roommates took me in for about three weeks and let me live there rent-free in return for cooking and cleaning (one roommate Ed also tried to stipulate that I be required to walk around in a towel all day, but the others vetoed that and said it was fine if I felt like wearing nothing but sweat pants and plaid flannel shirts, even if it did make me look like a dyke, especially when I belched).
After I moved out and settled into a permanent residence, Randal came over a couple of times to hang out and do dinner (I’m an exquisite cook). One night we went to the park and had fun shooting a bunch of double exposures... here I’ve got him crawling into his mind, a literal visual interpretation of what therapy entails! Randal and I are still in touch after all these years... he’s in D.C. and has a boyfriend of five years, Doug (also a real cutie!).
