Photo by Irena Kittenclaw
Heading out to the nearly disasterous Halloween party at The 3rd Ward in Brooklyn. They packed us in there like sausages. After checking out the jammed airless dance space, reached only by the shaky fire escape, I wanted out. We were only there for half an hour and It took us another half-hour to escape. It was total chaos, and the only fricking exit was being guarded by a bouncer, who tried to keep us from using it. We got a taxi immediately. This was minutes before the pitiful horde was, I hear, ejected by the fire department.
Photo by Irena Kittenclaw
Getting ready for the Greenwich Village Halloween Parade. The arms operate like puppets
