WWW.GDMARTIST.COM/GDM 's (Down the Rabbit Hole) A day in the life is BIZARRE AND HYSTERICAL as it tears your heart apart!!!!
The journey begins when he was removed from his home at age 15, found himself in a runaway shelter, various group homes and on the streets. Arriving in New York City in the 1980s where he was bar boy at the notorious 9th Circle Bar and at the original Uncle Charlie's! Drug Dealers, Prostitutes and Drag Queens in this tell all, line the world that taught him about life.
For the next
three or four days, David and I reach out to Tommy and Roy. They can’t believe
what has happened, but make it clear that they really don’t want to get
involved. In reality they are just the landlords and think the dispute should
be handled between Bill M. and myself. Roy tells me that he will vouch for me
if this ever goes to court, but thinks that it is best to just walk away and forget
it. I wonder if Bill M. has something that he is holding over their heads.
The biggest problem is that I have no money and can’t afford a lawyer to take Bill M. to court. I
have no receipts for any of the rent or utilities, so it would boil down to my
word against his. David and I even try to get help from the Albany
Police department who tell us the same thing “Let it go.” So we do.
I only have the clothes on my back that I had been wearing;
everything else is gone. The Nine poster that Sue and I took in New York City is
gone as well. I have nothing and I mean nothing. David lets me wear whatever I
can find in his closest. The problem is that David is bigger than me; I have a
hard time finding anything that fits. David has an idea to take me clothes
shopping but I don’t have the budget to buy anything new, so we make a trip to
The Salvation Army.
I break down into tears several times while going through
the racks and try to hide it from David. He pretends not to notice but asks me
if “I am ok?” There are several people who are shopping in there because it is
cool to buy Vintage. The “Punk Scene” in Albany is huge and the Salvation Army is
the place to go to find clothes for it. We end up getting several bags of
clothes and shoes for about $36.00. It is pretty apparent that I bought the
clothes to survive and not for the style, even though I was starting to adopt
the “Punk Look” myself.
In the weeks that follow I get a job working the counter at
The Half Moon Café. The Half Moon Café is a health food restaurant located at
the bottom of the hill on Madison Avenue. The main room on the ground floor is
split into two rooms with a back patio that has a great screen door and a
In the main room is where we prepare the food and serve the
customers. The second room has several tables and nightly serves a different
function. One night the room is for poetry readings, the next night is for new
bands, the third night serves as a Lesbian AA meeting place. Every day the most
eclectic people will walk through the door and want either a Kefir shake or a
tofu stir fry. It is a CO-OP restaurant so it is owned by several of the people
who work in the restaurant.
There is a hippie dippy vibe going from the main owners but
almost everyone working there has giant hair, piercings, tattoos and smoke like
chimneys. There are three main owners, Tommy, Jim and Jody. Tommy loves to talk
about the value of having a compost shed in his backyard. It is also clear that
he drives Jim and Jody nuts and tends to do things without passing it by them.
In the beginning I work only three shifts but pick up anything I can get my
One of the girls who works there and I start to work every
shift together and find that we enjoy each other’s company. She is about 4’10, her
hair is orange and short in the front and long in the back. People scream out
“Hey Cyndi Lauper,” wherever she goes. Her name is Kim and every day she wears
something that has a leopard skin print, tight pants and lots of Madonna
bracelets. We become fast friends and share the fact that health food grosses
us out, so when we work together one of us runs out to Big Dom’s subs and buys
a roast beef sandwich that we hide and eat under the counter.
One day on my way down Lark Street, I notice that hanging in
the window of an antique clothing store are two smoking jackets. I stop and
take a closer look. I realize that these are mine; they had been given to me as
a gift from The Albany Civic Theatre when I was done with Heaven Can Wait. They
were in the apartment that Bill M. said he threw out.
I don’t even hesitate a moment and walk into the store.
To be continued…..
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