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ecause of the large amount of chlorine at the establishment.<br />
“That happens to be a fact,” said Levenson. He went on to<br />
state that his contacts had notified him that an Israeli bacteriologist<br />
was three to six months away from developing an<br />
AIDS vaccine.<br />
During another broadcast, Levenson set his sights on Mayor<br />
Koch, calling him an epithet, referring to his sexuality. By now,<br />
it probably didn’t matter at all what Levenson was saying. The<br />
city was already on a rampage, shutting down gay clubs like<br />
the Mine Shaft and others. Plato’s was bolted, too, after inspectors<br />
observed prostitution on the premises. After some<br />
shifty legal tussling, Plato’s reopened but was shut down for<br />
the last time on the afternoon of December 31, 1985. “New<br />
Year’s Eve made $40,000 for the club. He needed that money<br />
to stay open,” says pornstar Ron Jeremy, who consoled<br />
Levenson that evening. “I did not let him out of my sight.”<br />
In the following months, Levenson stayed at his mother’s. He<br />
claimed that he was on the run from some organized-crime<br />
types. More likely, he was just lonely. But he was not beaten,<br />
at least not completely. Levenson launched a comeback,<br />
attempting to open a 1950s-style club in the Village. But it<br />
flopped. “People wanted to fuck more than rock,” Levenson<br />
lamented.<br />
Later, he moved in with his son in New Jersey, staying on<br />
his couch. Levenson escaped through television and sweets,<br />
gorging himself on gallons of ice cream smothered with chocolate<br />
fudge. “He said, ‘I need the sugar. I’m sick,’” recalls the<br />
Prince, who assumed a somewhat parental role with his father,<br />
encouraging him to hold on to his dwindling savings. “At<br />
one point I just gave up. He just never wanted to grow up!”<br />
After failing to show up at a pizza job, Levenson was imprisoned<br />
for a year for breaking his parole. When he got out, he<br />
took an array of jobs, ranging from renting apartments to selling<br />
carpets. “Who’s gonna hire the ex-owner of Plato’s Retreat?”<br />
Levenson asked. Eventually, he wound up driving a<br />
cab, once again playing the host.<br />
He didn’t give up on love either. At a Parents Without Partners<br />
social, he met Marilyn. They dated and eventually married and<br />
moved to New Jersey. Their relationship wasn’t about sex;<br />
it was about long-term companionship. Now Levenson was<br />
just an average, suburban working stiff. And he was content<br />
with all of it. Ultimately, though, Marilyn was not, and they<br />
split. Levenson returned to Brooklyn, heartbroken.<br />
One night, a bloated Levenson reflected on the fleeting nature<br />
of fame:<br />
Nobody wants to know you. When you’re not up<br />
there anymore, nobody. The phone don’t ring,<br />
nothing. Believe me. What could I do for anybody<br />
then? Who was I? The ex-owner of Plato’s Retreat.<br />
And that’s the way the world is.<br />
Everybody that called me to, this one, that one,<br />
they all forgot me. Everybody. Believe me. Movie<br />
stars. You don’t see Sammy Davis, Jr. calling me<br />
no more. Isn’t that funny. Hugh Hefner? He didn’t<br />
know, know who Larry Levenson was anymore.<br />
You asked him today. He wouldn’t even remember.<br />
Funny, but I used to go to Plato’s bashes and sit<br />
down and bullshit with him. When I had the club.<br />
That’s how people are. People don’t care. Once<br />
you’re—it’s over. The minute they came in and<br />
closed those doors—Larry who?<br />
One late night, his eyes welled up as he drove near Columbus<br />
Circle. “My mother always told me it was going to turn out<br />
this way.”<br />
Meanwhile, swinging never stopped completely, continuing<br />
on a much smaller scale at Manhattan’s Le Trapeze, or Plato’s<br />
Repeat, which Pernice opened in Fort Lauderdale. Levenson<br />
swung into an even deeper depression, blowing his Plato’s<br />
cash on high-priced call girls and crack, indulging in the latter<br />
while a disturbed Ron Jeremy looked on. “He was sweating<br />
profusely.”<br />
In his final few years, the erstwhile King of Swing slept on a<br />
box spring behind a wall of medicine bottles, his caller I.D.<br />
shut off. A videocassette of the movie Big lay conspicuously<br />
atop his VCR.<br />
Before he gave in to a heart condition at the age of 62, Levenson<br />
made his final public appearance at Screw’s thirtieth anniversary,<br />
where he once again feuded with Goldstein, who<br />
called him “a has-been.” As the adoring throng of Channel J<br />
jerkers parted for him, the fallen King kept his head up, his<br />
mouth shut.<br />
Larry Levenson’s last exit was more adult than regal.<br />
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