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wig, a jet black pageboy with short bangs. Interestingly, before she retired, she
had been a nurse at a mental hospital. And she witnessed this fight. This guy and
I fought in the vestibule until the guy finally left. The day after the fight, she
filled me in about what had happened. She said for a good five minutes I had
been fighting this guy punch-for-punch like in a boxing match until eventually
he ran out the front door. She also said that when we were fighting, I had seemed
completely out of it. I didn't even remember a bit of it because I was knocked
out, unconscious, during the fight! And this old lady, having worked in a mental
institution, knew a thing or two about violence.
Here's another example of things getting a little too real for some visitors.
There was a time I was feeling somewhat down because my girlfriend had gone
away for a while. So I said to myself, “I'll have a little party in my room.” I in-
vited a few of my friends. I was a bike messenger at the time, and I decided I
would invite some punks to the Chelsea. Because Sid Vicious supposedly killed
Nancy at the Chelsea, the hotel had become sort of a shrine for punks who came
to pay their homage.
So I went into the East Village, found people with the spikiest hairdos and
the most punked-out costumes and asked about a half dozen if they wanted to
come to the Chelsea to my little party. I bought a case or two of beer and a barrel
of ice. About thirty punks showed up, and a bunch of them were sitting out on
thebalcony.Beingpunks,theystartedspittingonpassers-by.Someofthemwere
yelling,andoneofthepeopleonthestreetthrewabottlebackupatthem,smash-
ing it against the hotel's stone wall. The punks started throwing bottles back at
him,andtherewasthislittleexchange.Inebriated,Iwasleaningagainstthewall,
just watching.
AndthenIsawthiskidgobyoutside,Eddie,whosevomitIhadvaccumedup
some time before. Eddie was a gangly kid, maybe six-foot-five, who had a very
strangeexpressionandmannerabouthim.Almostnooneevertalkedtohim.But
atthetimeIhadaveryoutgoinggirlfriend,Neicy,andshehadtalkedtohimonce
in a while. He was a strange character, but I decided I would play a joke on Ed-
die.
I shouted out, “Eddie, you wanna see something funny?” I winged my can of
beer by him. The beer put out a plume of spray as it went. I didn't hit him but
kind of splashed him a little bit with beer and foam. Then I went back into the
room and joined the party.
Not too long after I'd thrown the can at Eddie, I heard a huge crash on my
room'sdoor.Ifyoudon'twatchit,thepsychoswillcometoyourdoor,especially
if you have anything to do with them. Eddie had picked up a large metal fire ex-
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