for sven and elizabeth, because you asked... In 1993, I was leafing through The Face, a fab fashion mag that published it's last issue ...

Walking into the lobby of my apartment building, I saw an unfamiliar face pacing in front of the elevator. I hated that damn elevator. It...

So, to pick up where I left off, Danny and I are in New York City, in Pyramid Club, on Christmas eve, 1992, and it is empty, save for the af...

I forgot to tell you my little New York story, my last drunken hurrah in New York story, one that took place in December of 1992, when I wen...

Walking down Lincoln Ave and eating an apple, I saw a tall thin man walking toward me, with short white hair, and a dingy collar length bear...

Leaving work today, I couldn't tell if the sky was dark because of the storm clouds, or now that summer is on the wane, it's just ge...

Getting on the #50 Damen bus tonight, I was a little disoriented and thought to myself, damn! all I ever do anymore is ride buses! I walked ...