Weeks later in New York City, I lost my virginity to Noah—a not nice Jewish boy from Brooklyn—on a large, heated waterbed behind blood-red padded leather doors in a closed wing of Bellevue Psychiatric Hospital on First Avenue.
I was terrified, but just wanted to get it done.
My college roommate had nicknamed me: LVOC (last virgin on campus).
After fucking, Noah complained, “I feel like I’ve been through a meat grinder.”
He had an amphetamine-addicted roommate who shared his East 24th Street apartment. Both were dental students at New York University and had easy access to the closed wing at Bellevue, the spooky, dark, gothic hospital for crazies.