back in the 80s I was driving with MF back to his place after a SAG meeting. Nothing out of the ordinary. Until MF told me to drive to his "summer house" (weird it was the middle of winter) up in Arnold California. I found this very very unlike MF because he is a man of habit. He never deviates from his schedule. I ask him why and he said he wanted to do something spontaneous and "Fun".

The whole conversation on the way felt very homo erotic. He asked me how much I benched, what type of girls I was into, etc. Very unlike MF. When ever we were together he always seemed like a meat and patatoes fella you know? I was usually the jive cat between the two of us.

well once we got to his place i see these shady looking white boys. one of em was Roy Orbison. again i thought to myself well maybe we are just gonna smoke, drink, maybe invite some girls over. we go inside. MF tells me he'll call some hookers that were new in town. alright cool. we drink. i pop a barbiturate and do some lines of coke. and thats when it happens. MF shows me his green book full of women he had fucked. as im flipping through the pages i see some very sketchy shit... im all for women but i will never break the law or moral code. what he showed me shocked me beyond belief. here was this mother fucker in public acting like a morally upright charity donating (for women and kids causes) celebrity and behind close doors he was a evil piece of shit. i'll admit i did shady shit as well but not this evil shit. after i came upon the pictures i look at him with a 'are you serious?' look and he just asked "well do you like?". i didnt answer the question. i just couldn't. i was so shocked man. all i remember was taking a drink(which i know was spiked) and passing out. i woke up the next day and MF asked me if i remember last night having sex with women (which was a lie i passed out) and i said no i didnt remember anything (which was a lie i REMEMBER everything).
MFs personal photographer has all the goods.