Halloween in New York.
That day I worked for Mark Amitin, the producer of ALBEE DIRECTS ALBEE, from 10am to 8pm, having to listen to a complete asshole and fight off his advances.
By the time I got back to 256 East 10th Street it was 9pm.
Ann had left a note on the table saying she was going to a party at Kim Davis' apartment on Bleecker Street. I didn't bother to bathe or even get dressed in a costume. Everyone at the party was in drag. I grabbed a beer and sat on the couch. Ann was little Bo-peep. She was having a great time as was everyone else. I kept my distance.
"Why you so down?" asked Kim holding a bottle of vodka.
"I hate work."
"Who doesn't hate work? You want to dress up as me?"
"Not a bad idea, but I'm cool being no one."
"No one is better at being no one than you."
She handed me the vodka. A no one knew his role. I drank more than I should and never broke a smile, happy to not be in drag.
Au naturalment no one to the nines.
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