|Posted on Tuesday, February 03, 2009 - 8:24 pm: |
I cant remember exactly but it went something like this.....I was an art student working in the WSU sculpture dept with Slick, Victor Belisle, Bill Antinow etc. it was late one night and there wasnt anything going on at the Circa and there was a hotel/residence down the steet on Cass right across from the music bldg.(cant remember the name) It must have been around 11pm and was sitting at the bar in this place pretty much all by myself when I heard this loud clatter and clunk. I turned around and there was this guy and his bicycle in the bar....now this would hav been so surprising except he had cast on his left arm that went from his neck all the to his palm so that his thumb poked out. His arm was standing out away from his body in a very awkward sort of way and he was absolutly plastered. He came up to the bar and ordered (I think brandy)He seemed to know the bartender quite well(I think it was Moshe) from the Circa.
He turned to me and asked, as if he had known me all his life, "How ya doin? He then told how he had come to breaking his colarbone(falling off his bicycle when he was drunk riding down the middle of Cass at 2am. and how the cops took him to the hospital and gave him a ticket while opperating a bicycle while under the influence. He asked my name and I said "Robert Katkowsky but my friends call me Kat". I asked his name and he said Bill Bozwell but my friends call me BOZ.
Boz and I remained close friends for a long long time. He used to crash at my place when he got blitzed, we shared a wonderful science fiction collection, he turned me onto the Detroit Repertory Theatre where I worked on and off for nearly 30 years, and of course he introduced me to Alvin.
Over the years that I was down in the corridor Alvins was my favorite place. Although I never got a paycheck from Al I was always doing him favors like getting firewood for the fireplace(from old burnouts past the museum across Woodward or any other place he could get the stuff for free)and other stuff. In return he wood make me sandwiches and an occassional trip down in the basement for a toke