title: Full Frontal Nudity: The Making of an Accidental Actor
author:  Harry Hamlin 
description: In this vibrant memoir, Hamlin, once voted by People magazine the "Sexiest Man Alive," offers almost nothing about his 34-year career as a professional actor. Instead, the 58-year-old actor looks back at his childhood (kicked out of the fourth grade for writing a book report on Mein Kampf), his parents (who gave him a Christmas gift subscription to Playboy when he was 11), and his introduction to drugs on "the psychedelic yellow brick road." Planning an architecture career, he arrived at Berkeley so late his intended classes were filled; to register, he signed up for drama classes and thus became "an accidental actor." After a drug bust in the San Francisco airport, he did time in the Redwood City, Calif., correctional facility, hassled by inmates who thought he was a snitch planted by the warden. With drugged-out friends, street riots, tear gas, naked bodies and sexual encounters interrupting his college days, Hamlin recovered from an "unsurvivable" head-on car collision, which was followed by backpacking adventures, more drug busts, and a raucous road trip through Mexico. Training at San Francisco's American Conservatory Theatre, he found his passion and a new direction. Hamlin's life has been filled with drama in more ways than one, and his skill at colorful, vibrant storytelling makes this a rewarding read <br />Copyright  Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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  # Marked for Death
  
  
  ## Matt Hilton
  
  
  
  
  
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  This one is for Raymond William Hilton.
  
  
  I miss your laughter, my little brother.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ## 8
  
  
  Seconds ago, Jim McTeer had been reclining on his bed, shoulders and head
  propped on pillows stacked against the headboard, secretly pleased that Hunter
  and Velasquez had declined a night on the tiles. He’d been talking BS, because
  it was what guys did when they were together and didn’t want to be perceived
  as the lamest of the bunch. In his mid-fifties, his partying days were over.
  He was happier sitting in his jockey shorts with his dress shirt unbuttoned
  over his hairy belly, while he watched some nubile young things cavorting on-
  screen on one of the pay-per-view channels. He’d kept the sound muted, so was
  robbed of some of the enjoyment, but was spared any embarrassment should one
  of his buddies overhear the TV. Hunter’s room had one of those adjoining
  doors, so the s