In 1976 I had a friend in the insurance salvage business. There had been a fire in a building downtown that was involved in sexual toys, mags, etc. When they were cleaning out the place one of Terry's employees asked if he could take a Groucho Marx mask with a dick for a nose. Terry said Hell no, everything has to go into the dumpster. The guy says, "PLEASE, I'm getting married in 3 days + I swear if you let me have it I will wear it to the alter!" I was not invited to the wedding but I will I've you odds that that relationship was on a downhill course.
