When I was a senior in high school I had an internet boyfriend who lived in Michigan and was 10 years older than me. We broke up once I went to college, but I had his friend Sean who lived in Brooklyn's phone number for some reason, and I'd stalk the shit out of him, in between stalking Danny Rockett and Rollo Royce from God the Band. One day Erin, my best friend from home who was attending SUNY Purchase, came to visit. We decided we should call up this dude Sean from Red Hook to hang out. I invited my new college friend Sally along too. Sean agreed to hang out with us kids for reasons unknown to me at the time. In retrospect, he brought us to Lolita, so it's likely he was loling to himself a lot about how I was 18 and used to fuck his friend. Anyway, we drank at a few bars, and at one point a guy outside convinced us to come hang out at his place. He invited us inside, and then revealed he was squatting. There was no furniture and we sat on the kitchen floor. His name was Basil, and he had a friend with him too. I couldn't tell you what we talked about, but I remember being engrossed in deep convo for a while. Then we took it outside because Sean was weirded out or something, and that's where this picture comes from. I still don't remember what we were talking about, but I do remember that on the way back to my dorm in the Financial District, Erin, Sally, and I saw street vendors selling 9/11 DVDs with an Enya soundtrack.
A. I discovered God the Band the summer before I went to college. I saw them perform as "the Angry Inch" in a live production of "Hedwig and the Angry Inch" at the Painted Bride in summer of 2002. I was really excited that they were from Brooklyn, since I was soon moving to New York for school. At some point during fall semester, I convinced my mom to give me money to buy a fake ID on Bleecker St. so I could see them at Arlene's Grocery.
2. Williamsburg, 2005
This was from my college roommate, Kathleen's 21st birthday. Read about this night here . The people sitting across from me are strangers, and I'm probably talking shit on my friends to them.
3. The sidewalk sitting pictures end here, though I'm sure you can find plenty of pictures of me passed out on couches and floors in all 5 boroughs.
