Oh shit... I forgot about this story:
I remember when Craig had just gotten out of Lompoc for his drug offense and had shacked up with his twink friend John (the one who claims to have shagged Tom Prince when Rick Schaff lived upstairs). John sold off his 800 Bimmer and Harley, and such, to pay court costs for him back then. He basically took care of all of his business affairs for him while he was inside.
So anyhow...
John had rented himself and Craig a nice apartment in Venice so that they could be roomies. It happened to be my old apartment, which really tripped me out, and was a real coincidence. CT's room was my old office and I walked in and he had a poster of Rod and Bob on the wall... the famous shot of their butts laying across a sand dune from their book. I said, "Craig, what the fuck do you have that up on your wall for?" He said, "What do you mean? I like their butts!" I said, "You like Bob Paris and Rod Jackson's naked gay asses up on your wall???!!!"
He grinned and said sheepishly, "OH shit! I thought those were chicks!!" <smirk>
Never forgot that one. Pretty funny moment.
Impeccable taste followed him to Vegas.