“I got a six-pack of tall-boys for me and three coolers for you.” Roxy breathlessly bursts into my apartment with a large paper bag. She’s ready for action in her Norma Kamali jacket and short black skirt and, judging by the way she’s swaying slightly in the doorway, I know she’s already had at least … Continue reading Roxy and June Take Cafe Iguana
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New York Chronicles – September 10, 1989
September 10, 1989 Sunday Yesterday Alena and I took the subway uptown to MOMA, which was awesome, and an opportunity for us to hang out alone and get to know each other away from Daphne and the other roommates. We talked about our upbringings and families, and things we like. She’s very easy to talk … Continue reading New York Chronicles – September 10, 1989
New York Chronicles – September 8, 1989
Last night was a riot. We went first to the Dugout, a neighborhood bar two blocks away from the dorm. Three steps down into the brightly lit bar, its façade lending the impression of an old English pub with wood shingles and a single gable window above the door, and standing room only among the … Continue reading New York Chronicles – September 8, 1989
The Tara Chronicles 