text by DAVID MICHAEL GORDON David Gordon is from New York City. In addition to being a writer he has worked undercover in numerous fields including film, fashion and pornography, and as editor and writer for Hustler, Chic and Barely Legal magazines. This is an excerpt from a novel. I REMEMBER THE MOMENT, it was 1980 give or take, when I first heard Miles Davis. I must have been around fourteen. Right there, I took a solemn vow: Henceforth, my life would be dedicated to art and love. I was smoking pot with Jake, in the woods near the tracks behind his house. He was my superior in every way: tall with long straight hair and a divorced father who never called him home to dinner. He excelled effortlessly at all sports but sneered at the jocks anyhow and refused to play, while I couldn’t catch and was frightened of…