OK, I'm about to share with you all something that I haven't told anybody in 15 years. Something very private and personal. Something that shattered my world as a youth, and helped shape the dysfunctional angry bastard you know today.

I know of no way to prepare you for what I�m about to say so I�ll just say it.

In 1990 I was drugged and sexually assaulted by Dr William H Cosby Jr., or as you may know him, Bill Cosby.

I had a chance encounter with Mr. Cosby at a stand up concert he did. I was a huge fan of him ever since the Fat Albert cartoons. I also loved the Cosby show. Bill Cosby was indeed a hero of mine.

So one day when I was listening to the radio I heard that they were giving away free tickets to his show along with a backstage pass. I immediately picked up the phone and dialed rapidly, hanging up and dialing right back the first moment of hearing a busy signal.

Almost magically on my fifth try the phone started ringing. A voice on the other end congratulated me, informing me that I won the tickets. I squealed.

The night of the show was amazing. I have never heard a funnier stand-up comedian in my life. He was truly a genius.

After the show I was escorted backstage to Mr Cosby�s dressing room. As I walked in he had his back to me. As he turned around, there was almost like a glow of light surrounding him. Like he just came down from Heaven.

Anyways we started talking any he was telling jokes, and everyone in the room was having a great time. Suddenly he asked his entourage if he could be alone. As I was walking out and thanking him for a wonderful evening, he said to me �Not you Jon, you can stay. I just want us to be alone for a little bit.�

�OK Mr Cosby.� I said. Man, I sounded so stupid.

After the last person left, Bill, as he insisted I call him, took off his coat and made his way over to the record player.

�Are you a fan of Barry White, Jon?�

�Um, yeah sure, who isn�t?�

I lied, I never heard Barry White before. I just didn�t want to seem square in front of Mr Cosb�I mean Bill.

Bill started bobbing around to the music and then looked at me with those big eyes of his and said �Can I get you a drink or something?

�No thanks, I�m all set.�

�How about a Pudding Pop?�

�No, I�m OK, thanks.�

�Are you telling me you wouldn�t share a Pudding pop with Bill Cosby?�

�Well�since you put it that way�OK, count me in.�

He went to the fridge and returned to the sofa where I was sitting, Pudding Pop in hand.

He handed me a vanilla one. I asked him if I could have a chocolate one and he got all weird.

�Sorry, I only have vanilla.�

�No, you have chocolate too. I saw them in the freezer when you opened it.�

�Yes but�Jon. The vanilla ones are special, I want you to have a special pop.�

�Really, you want me to have a special pop? But why me?�

Putting his hand on my knee he whispered �because YOU�RE special.�

What a nice guy this was. He really likes kids, I had no idea.

As I was eating the Pudding Pop things started to get all weird. The room was moving and it seemed everything Bill was saying came out in slow motion.

I said I don�t feel too good and Bill just smiled, promising me he�d make me feel good.

The last thing I remember before slipping out was asking him if he�s going to have a Pudding Pop.

He said �Oh yeah. I sure am.�

Four hours later I woke up in the back alley of the theatre with my pants pulled down and two-hundred dollars bills shoved up my ass. I felt so used, like an empty bottle of Coke.

Because I blacked out I could never be sure what really happened to me. As far as I know maybe Bill just sat there and ate a Pudding Pop, I left unscathed, slipped and fell in the back alley, bumped my head on the concrete but not before pulling my pants down and shoving $200 up my ass.

But something tells me there was more to it than that. Call it a sixth sense.

And so when these two women came out and told their stories of very similar circumstances, I knew I had to do the right thing and tell my story.

If it saves just one of you from being the victim of Bill Cosby�s insatiable lust, I�ll know I�ve done my part.

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