TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS AGO, Tez Anderson left his apartment in the Castro, walked four blocks to a local clinic and was told he had HIV.
“Going up the hill back home, I remember how vivid the colour of the sky was, how bright the sun was, how green the fennel on the steps to my staircase was … It felt like the world was electrically charged,” says Anderson, now fifty-five. “But the funny thing is that I’ve talked to other people about that day, and a lot of them have similar stories. I guess looking back on it, it was just a form of shock.”
In 1986, Anderson was given between nineteen and twenty-four months to live. Around him, friends were dying fast. “It was like living in a war-zone. You would see people on the street who were hearty one day, and then you’d see them looking a little sicker, and then they’d be on a walker, or with someone, or carrying around an oxygen tank. And then they’d disappear.”
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