I became homeless in London. By no ones fault but my own. I was starving to get into the theater. In my homeless travels, of park benches and empty fruit stalls, I met a very peculiar, nice man. He gave me a hot bath and all the tea I wanted. He introduced me to a leading actress who could introduce me to the important people theatre . A man with connections. His uncle, or great, worked for the Twining Tea Company. He had a closet chock full of Twining tea. I didn’t realize at the time, he had a few tawdry things in that closest as well. Put it this way, being spanked by someone with influence was not my cup of tea.
So. I ran away.
