The New York City Journals, Part III: Good Reasons & Bad Decisions
Shortly after returning to NYC from my Fourth of July trip to the Boston burbs, I settled into my rented bedroom in Stuyvesant Town—my third Manhattan apartment in three months, and the first with a private bedroom and any semblence of a real bed.Days later, I landed a Thursday through Saturday gig working the VIP door at Webster Hall. My shifts ran from nine at night until three in the morning. Dressed like a 1920s flapper skank in a size-too-small costume dress I found at Salvation Army on Fou...