India Ink and brush for this one.
Last night me and Eric somehow managed to make it to two different book readings in two different boroughs. (I guess we know a lot of authors.) The first, for Ed Hamilton's Lords Of The Schoolyard, took place at the new NYC branch of Chicago's legendary Quimby's , which opened in the past year out in Brooklyn. Though I've never actually been to Chicago, basically anyone who spent the 90's interested in any aspect of underground comix, zine culture, post-apocalyptic independent press, ReSearch etc had heard of the place, along with Atomic Books in Baltimore.
Then there was a reading by Curt Weiss of his biography of Jerry Nolan at the Delancey. On the walk over to the J train we cut through some film shoot, it looked like it was for The Deuce or something like it--where the side of an old building was done up to look like a Times Square peepshow with pink and red neon signs glaring XXX and NUDE GIRLS INSIDE as actors dressed as bagmen with shopping carts were being positioned by the crew. An old style yellow cab drove up and into place. No one stopped us and we didn't stick around to see what they would do next. But as someone who spent her early years walking across the real Deuce and Times Square to go visit family, the word home flashed through my brain briefly as I took in the scene.