Skip
| I wrote about renting an apartment, a sublet, on the Lower East Side in 1963. Someone (was it Howie Schulman?) hipped me to the place. A friend of his, I guess, who wasn't using it at the time - I can't recall why. Maybe he was living with a girlfriend or something like that. I never got to know him well. I'd just drop to pay the rent every month, maybe hang out briefly and chat some, but in some other way I did know him because the flat still had all his stuff in it. Clothes, books, etc., and a typewriter that I used to write letters and poems. Murray'd drop by regularly and he wrote on that thing, too, I think. Skip was an actor and among his books was Stanislavki's An Actor Prepares, which I read while there. After a couple of months I went up to Montreal for a couple of days and that's when I met Dale and the others and wound up travelling West on the drive-away school bus, leaving whatever I had in that apartment behind, no notice to Skip, or anything. I never returned to the place. A spontaneous exit. I try to include as many real names here as possible (except where the privacy of others might be compromised) for two good reasons. One in for the sake of History . . . the other is with the knowledge that everyone, at some time or another, googles their own name. This just in: Hey Brian, I love this shit! |