The front room on Dana Ave is sparsely furnished. It has a
couple of couches, a coffee table and a giant DJ Stereo Deck. Kim tells me that
Jackie is learning to be a DJ in the hopes that someday he can stop bartending
and find another career as a DJ.
I have yet to see Jackie use it, him and Billy sleep all day
and wake up an hour before they need to be at the club but Kim and I spin
records all day and work on our blends. We spend hours and learn that the 12
inch of The Dominatrix Sleeps Tonight fits well into Frankie Goes to
Hollywood’s Relax. Truth be told, we mix everything with Frankie Goes to
Hollywood’s Relax. Another favorite is Prince and Morris Day; they are played
around the clock. Lately if I leave the house with Kim, I carry a Boom Box that
plays Jungle Love so loud you can hear me coming.
Kim and I have now adopted the full on Punk Look. This look
includes shaving the sides of our heads; dying strips of our hair blonde and
making it stand straight up with Queen Helene Styling Gel. We create the
craziest clothing that is held together with safety pins and bandanas. I wear
wrap around black glasses and fingerless gloves, day and night. We smoke
cigarette after cigarette and snarl at people who look at us funny.
Kim goes to see The Dead Kennedys and The Butthole Surfers
live; there she discovers the joys of slam dancing and stage diving. I go with
her once but ten minutes later a drunken skinhead with a serious head wound spits
blood on me. I don’t need anything else to happen, I’m out of there. I let her
have that joy for herself.
Kim drinks beer out of a paper bag and we smoke a ton of
weed. We go to work where we sneak around the corner on our breaks to smoke
more cigarettes and more weed. We spend the days mumbly and incoherent most of
the time.
Kim and I are fascinated by the lives of Sid Vicious and Nancy
Spungen and stay up late at night watching the 700 Club. We think we are bad
ass but get our feelings hurt when that daily passing car, screams “Freaks!”
out the window at us.
We begin to drink a lot and fight. Then we start waking up around noon to buy more
cigarettes.
To be continued……….
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