Chelsea Portraits - This Ain't no Holiday Inn: Down and Out at the Chelsea Hotel 1980-1995 - page 206

“Oh! Oh! There's bloodstains under the sink! There's bloodstains under the
sink!” They may have been rust stains, or they could have been bloodstains, who
knows? Maybe they hadn't quite done a good painting job. But the guy who was
now living in the room probably never knew he had bloodstains and murder and
horror under his sink until then!
Neicy was a very amusing girl, very bold. She liked to do what she called
“bothering people” but it was all in a very fun spirit. She would walk down the
streetandengagecompletestrangersandtalktothem,fromthedowdiestlooking
person to the richest, most elegant person. She was full of life. One time there
was a cop in the deli, and the cop wasn't very tall. She took off his hat with one
hand and mussed up his hair with the other, and then put his hat back on. Pretty
bold thing to do to a New York cop!
The cop was completely taken aback! He was flustered—he didn't know
what to do, just standing there with a befuddled look on his face.
She came into New York and the Chelsea with one of her girlfriends from
Philly. There was a girl in the lobby named Sasha, who was staying at the hotel
and apparently had been taking some amphetamines. She was very nervous and
talkingamileaminute.Shewasamanicandkindofnuttygirlanyway.SoNeicy
and her girlfriend were in my room, and they invited Sasha up. They were very
much into makeup and dressing up—plus it was really hot outside, in the middle
of summer, so they were sitting around in their underwear and decided to paint
Sashasortoflike Goldie Hawnon Laugh-In, withall sortsoffunnylittle sayings
and pictures and flowers painted on her skin.
All she was wearing were panties. AndNeicy and her friend were only wear-
ing their bras and panties, amusing themselves in the heat.
Iwasworkingasbellmanatthetime,andwhenIcamethroughthelobby,the
phone operator said to me, “Your crazy girlfriends have gone out with that nutty
girl. They're almost completely naked, and they just went out the front door!”
So I went out after them. And there they were, Neicy and her friend walking on
eithersideofSasha.Neicyandherfriendhadwrappedsheetsaroundthemselves,
so it looked like they had gowns on. But the nutty girl only had on her panties
and a little jean jacket.
Meanwhile, outside the Chelsea—this was in the evening—there was a black
nightclubcalled Savage. Standingoutsidewasalineofmaybeonehundredblack
couples—high class black couples—waiting for the club to open. So as I was
coming out of the Chelsea, Neicy and her friend and Sasha were strolling past
this line of all these black people.