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Hehadareallyniceapartmentwithniceartwork.Itdidn'tlooklikeastoner's
apartment or anything. Then he'd call you into this back room that had no win-
dows. He had these little file boxes in a cabinet, like in an old-style library card
catalogue. He'd pull the box out, and it had six or eight different bags in it. Each
bag had a colored sticker on it, a color code indicating what type it was and how
much it cost.
He'd say, “Okay, this is Colombian. This here is Humboldt, and these over
here are Thai sticks,” and he'd tell you how much each of them cost. You could
say, “Well, I'll take three ounces of that right there, and two ounces of this over
here.”
Here I was, up from North Carolina, and it just blew my mind!
It was nice to know you could go there and you didn't have to get just one
thing. It was like a candy store!
JULIE EAKIN
The bathroom we shared in the hallway, you could never tell who was coming in
or out of it. You just wouldn't know who was using your bathroom. Its door had
this really telltale, noisy creaky swing. The doors were solid, probably oak, and
really strong, and they had this real finality whenever they shut. In the middle of
the night, the door was constantly slamming shut with people going in and out.
Then in the morning, you'd go in and there would be blood on the walls from
people shooting heroin in there! So that became part of the lyrics to Dimitri's
song, “Blood Hotel”:
There's blood on the walls
Of poets and patriots
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