In the era of James Frey, I wonder if anyone will believe me.
"Tales From the Vendome" is the first installment of my anecdotal biography, published on NEXTLEAV. It is a collection of recollections on my years living at the Vendome, a nondescript 7-floor building in Manhattan, (NYC for those in Rio Linda). Here's what I've recalled so far:
OUT THE WINDOW: TALES FROM 48 W. 73RD STREET (THE VENDOME) 1974
TALES FROM THE VENDOME: INCIDENT AT 72ND & COLUMBUS
BRUCE'S PLEASURE CHEST: A VENDOME TALE
HOW I AVOIDED CHILD PORNOGRAPHY AT THE VENDOME: I WAS GIVEN A CHOICE
REBUFFING ANOTHER GAY ADVANCE; WHAT, WAS THERE SOMETHING IN THE WATER?
GERALDO REPORTS ON A FIRE AT THE VENDOME
GETTING ROBBED ON HALLOWEEN, AND CHASING THE CULPRITS TO A PROJECT ROOFTOP
ADOLESCENT PERVERTS! GRABBING ASSES ON THE STREET
LOSING MY VIRGINITY IN A PET SHOP ON COLUMBUS AVE: WE WERE THE ORIGINAL "PET SHOP BOYS"! THANK YOU AL GOLDSTIEN!
MY FIRST BOUT WITH ANTI-SEMITISM: WHY I BEAT UP MY JEWISH FRIEND
FREEDOM, DISCIPLINE, AND 10 MINUTES IN THE BOY SCOUTS: A TALE FROM THE VENDOME
"Forts" and "Dirt Bombs:" From Central Park to Roosevelt Hospital!
Andy Kessler Will Live On: Tales From the Vendome
I have to include another post that is not labeled "Vendome," but relates stories from those years: ON RACE: ARE BAD WORDS REALLY HATEFUL? 06/26/03, which was originally an email rant.
This is heavy stuff, but so is life. I try to give my adult perspective and advice in these anecdotes, while exposing and explaining my youthful perceptions, as I remember them.
I'm not sure exactly how the chapters will be broken down, but I can give a rough outline of the next 20 years after the Vendome chapter..
The Vendome (posted here)
Main St. Cafe (Now occupied by the NUTTY IRISHMAN chain of pubs.)
...The events that lead to my reversion from a crackhead to a productive citizen have yet to be broken down into chapters. Suffice to say that God figures prominently in all chapters of my story, even when He's not mentioned. It will take quite some time before I get to that part, which gives me the next few years to reflect on it. Comments are encouraged, with thanks to WOMAN HONOR THYSELF, who has boldly commented where few have dared to tread.
-Or just sit back and read it, because this outline doesn't give any true indication of where this story will take you. Stay tuned.
My bedroom was behind the center windows. The window I jumped out of was around the corner of the building, to the right. Hat tip to Starsky for the photo. Man, does this bring back memories!