many years ago...

Many years ago, when I was living on East 13th Street, in the bad days of the East Village, when prostitutes and crackheads roamed the streets, my friends and I would hang out at the Great Jones, which back then was a seedy bar. My friend Catherine was the bartender and she would feed us drinks; I was broke back then so I depended on her generosity. We would get trashed and sit out on the junked cars that littered the corner next to the bar--there was an auto repair shop there--and sometimes we would go to La Bamba, which was a transvestite bar on 13th St. My friend Sally used to dress like Jackie O. and the drag queens would always admire her effect. So long ago...I miss it sometimes, the kind of carefree and yet angst-driven nihilism of being that young and seemingly endless...