Remember the back room at The Prince ? Friday night . Saturday night . Pimps,hookers,dealers,regulars,wannabes.Baudelaire would have loved it . The torrid diversity . The high . The low .
I can see him beside the jukebox scribbling in a note book . A poem,an essay, some art critisism. Something to prick the pretentions of the self-righteous bourgeoisie .