This is Edward Boye - pronounced "boy-yay".
In the 80's and 90's he owed a fairly popular hair salon in Beverly Hills.
He would hit the clubs around West Hollywood flanked by the hottest guys.
He billed them as his Boye Boys. It was quite an entourage.
I met them a couple of times back in the day.
Well, the salons and the boys have long since moved on but...
He's become somewhat of a Norma Desmond or Baby Jane type.
He's in his 60's now but still wandering about town as tho 20-something.
He's been thoroughly nipped, tucked, implanted, dyed and pickled.
I see this caricature a few times a year.
A couple weeks ago he came over to talk to my group of friends.
As usual he could barely stand and slurred his speech when he talked.
He was immediately off-putting and we wanted him to go away.
He sensed he wasn't getting any attention and finally slurred,
"Do you people have any idea who I am?"
Besides an inappropriately dressed old man they didn't have a clue.
Except me and after a few beats I said, "You are Edward Boye."
His eyes seemed to go to a far away place as he cooed,
"That is the sweetest thing anybody has ever said to me."
I replied with a bit of confusion, "Um, all I said was your name."
Still rapt (wrapped?) in his haze he said, "I know."
Then he smiled broadly, "It's the sweetest thing I've ever heard."
They was a collective shrug of 'WOW" among my friends.
When he finished his drink the bartender wouldn't serve him another.
So he left.
I didn't write this for a laugh. Just an odd slice of WeHo life.