I just found this link below on youtube and recognised him immediately.

The way I got into his hotel room was my best friend, Beth, knew a strange chick who was a groupie. We met her at the Hilton (I think it was) in Dallas (1968).

While we were waiting in the lounge, Alan Jardine of the Beach Boys tried to pick me up. He was very sweet about his intentions. Not pushy and had a very kind spirit about him. I liked him, but 'e wuznt me type. Very sweet person, though.

I was all tripped off on whatever it was we were supposed to be doing at the moment. I had only just re-made contact with Beth after our stint in the teenage mothers home. I didn't know she was a hippie. I just thought she was too damn cool to resist and I loved her like a sister.

So back to my gossip column: I was just following Beth. That was my chief preoccupation cause Beth was fun. She dreamed up some of the wildest stuff and we had a ball chasing those dreams. Till I realized my little "goddess" had clay feet.

I wanted to keep exploring the unknown. I wanted to get to the nitty gritty and find out, not so much where I'd come from, but I wanted to know where I was going.

It was strange. So then I went from there, to Jesus to possible exit from this dimension to being caught up in the COG. An experience that I am grateful to have survived.