1978 Greg Allman encounter

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I was working at my first hairdressing job, after passing the CT boards.. I was working in a little shop with a horny italian man.. and his sister, washing heads, waiting for someone to allow me to "do" them.. when one of horndog's regular patrons came in. I was assigned to her to wash and towel dry her hair. she was talking nonstop. talking about a new arrival at the Silver Hills sanitarium in New Canaan, Ct. she was talking about Greg Allman of the Allman Bros.. saying how nasty and unkept he looked. she said, "he really needed a good haircut."

so.... being the groupie that i was, and loving the Allman Bros music, I phoned the hospital and said I was Greg Allman's hairdresser, and could i please speak to him. He got on the phone and right away said he didn't have any hairdresser..

somehow i convinced him to allow me to come up and visit, told him i would bring a joint or two. now he was excited.

i arrived there about 7:30pm one cool crisp evening. drove right up to the "cottage" he was housed in and introduced myself. He came to the door, and walked outside to greet me. we walked and talked about nothing, all he wanted was to inhale that pot.

we walked and smoked for an hour. he told me he was leaving the hospital friday night, and could he come by my place. could i get him some cocaine? was it ok if he came over to visit me before heading out to the Hamptons in Long Island to be with his current wife, Cher.

i agreed, and he was at my place friday night at exactly 8pm. i had what he had asked for. not once did he offer to repay me. he snorted that stuff like it was food. he inhaled it.. with long, long sniffs.

so for 3 hours he sniffed and begged me to have sex with him. not once.. did he reach into his pockets and give me $90 for the drugs he asked for, and he was the LAST thing I would have dropped my drawers for.

after 3 hours, he left, climbing back into his blue limo for Long Island. God knows what he told Cher.

the following week, the italian horn dog called me and told me not to come back to the salon. It seems that when GA returned to the hospital, he was pee tested and failed. they asked him where he got the drugs, and guess who he fingered?

my first hairdressing job, down the drain. and GA still owes me $90.