Seeing so many different neighborhoods. This job really got me heading out to every locale in New York, from the ritziest rooftops to the seediest dives.
I’m not the flaming-shots-with-the-Sevignys type, but I have a decent story. One night, at my friend’s behest, I went to “the most depressing bar in New York” – Holland Bar, a narrow linoleum watering hole that was in no way a cocktail lounge, where we drank draft Bud and watched Spanish-language Superman II at three in the morning. When I started up with Party Earth, they assigned me to the Holland Cocktail Lounge. After passing my beloved hovel three times searching for this fabled cocktail lounge, I realized that they were one in the same, and went and got lit up on dollar drafts. Great story.
Upon waking, I run along the Hudson River, then write for a few hours while drinking a pot of coffee. Then I head downtown, browse the shops noncommittally – Generation Records, Forbidden Planet, Halloween Adventure – and head to Burp Castle on 7th Street to read, relax, and have a pint. Come sunset, I meet friends at Horseshoe Tavern, where we blast Slayer and Clutch on the jukebox. As the night goes on, we head somewhere busted with lots of personality – Mars Bar, KGB, Duff’s, or the Levee if we’re out in Brooklyn. A scotch and some Sinatra on a buddy’s rooftop end the evening.