This really happened. The junkie crack ho I lived with, and with whom I was near-suicidally in love, was in truth and at bottom a wonderful woman, beautiful, brunette, charismatic, 27 years my junior. Born in 1980, bless her—the same year as Disco, the Talking Heads, Gang of Four, The Cure, the Police, she was … Continue reading Playlists for Stormy Monday