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MARLOWE WEST
When I was living in the Chelsea, and I'd go into my day job on Long Island
during the day, Paul had a Bohemian friend who was from France. Now he had
me down like clockwork. When I left the hotel to go to work, this guy came over
andtookmybed.AndwhenI'dgethomefromwork,he'dstillbesleepinginmy
bed, and I'd have to wake him up! That was horrible! He wasn't paying any rent.
There werethingslike thisaboutliving attheChelsea whichwerebecoming real
bullshit.Thisguydidn'twash,sohissmellwasallovermybed.Itwasrepulsive.
I never made an acquaintance with him because I could never get past the fact
that he was always crashing on my bed. I was thinking to myself, “Get the fuck
outta here.”
Typical of Marlowe, whose door-kicking, fire escape-tumbling episodes helped define his
role at the Chelsea—his grand exit had to include a misstep.
MARLOWE WEST
On my final day at the Chelsea, when I just couldn't take that guy sleeping in
my bed anymore, I called up my brother. He came out from Long Island with a
pickup truck. Paul wasn't home, and I knew he wouldn't be home for a while.
My brother had a friend with him, and we carried all of my stuff out of the room
and just left.
On the way back to Long Island, as we were driving through the Midtown
Tunnel, the steering on my brother's truck went bad. You couldn't steer it any-
more. He had to crank the steering wheel all the way to the left to make the truck
crawlajustlittlebittotheleft.Thenhe'dcrankthewheelallthewaytotheright,
andthetruckwouldinchalittletotheright.Thenallthewaytotheleftagain.We
were zigging and zagging all the way through the tunnel, trying to keep straight
by going all the way left and all the way right! Because we were basically out of
control, my brother was driving as slowly as he could! Everybody behind us in
the tunnel was beeping their horns at us.
Whenwefinallygotoutofthetunnel,wegotpulledover,becausesomebody
had called the cops and told them there was some asshole blocking up the traffic
in the tunnel. The cops were waiting for us at the other end. So we had to call
another friend who came out with a van, and we loaded all of my stuff out of my
brother's truck and into the van.
That was my exit from the Chelsea.
The things that led to my leaving were these strange people being in my be-
longings when I was wasn't there. I just got tired of it. Also, I was working and
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