ChI - ChI has since moved to New York and I rarely speak to her much anymore - which is a shame. Before leaving for NY she sent me an incredibly erotic letter that reaffirmed in my mind a sense of closure that we both needed. Our disfunctional relationship stretched on over a long time but I still feel very strongly about her. I'm sure she's happy and doing well now. corner spot - Residence of Jen and Steve, a decrepit pad littered with cigarette butts and art supplies all over the floor. Jen and Steve aren't prolific artists (and they really hate the term) but the corner spot is slowly developing into a work of art itself. Often too broke to afford canvas or masonite, Jen ends up painting or sketching the walls. I spend a fair amount of time there and they throw great parties. Jen and Steve - really the only 'couple' in my group of friends, they rarely have sex or go out. Often they are confined to their apartment making music, art, or drinking/drugging. I guess you'd call them hippie-ish because they're so quiet and rather unassuming, but they don't associate with the largest part of hippie culture. They're both really into electronic experimental music and art. klepto-girl - steals things, hits on me constantly and is always trying to get me to go out with her. ChI nearly broke a bottle over her head once when she found klepto-girl on top of me and half naked while I was passed-out-drunk upstairs at a party. Hence, klepto-girl and ChI don't have the best relationship but they put up with eachother for the most part. singer-girl - subrocket - the bar where I work as a bartender several nights a week. It affords me enough cash to keep doing the things I enjoy and pay my meager rent but little else. I like the work, though the bar is often crowded with college age kids playing bad pool and spilling beer into places I didn't even know you could spill beer into. I enjoy having the daytimes off much too much to get a 9-5 job but working at the subrocket is often incredibly stressful. Anyone who tells you that working at a bar is fun is a liar. |