The First to Get Sick?

Barry: My friend karl got sick first. He was a brilliant concert pianist, so comfortable in his skin about being gay. After he got sick, i visited him often at his studio apartment on the upper west side. A grand piano filled the whole room. From visit to visit, i watched karl melt away until he was a blind, deaf skeleton. Eventually he moved home to pennsylvania to die. Karl died on september eleventh 19 85. It wasn't funny, but you had to laugh,. mostly from relief, but also over our hype vigilance gone wrong. That study about saliva and aids would be debunked for another year.