1971 “You want this jacket?” asked Cathy, opening the closet door wide to reveal a handmade denim jacket festooned with hundreds of large, garish silver stars. Cliff regarded the apparel dubiously. “Where’d you get that?” he asked his lover of one night. “This junkie I used to date,” she replied with a still-intoxicated slur. “Junkie?” … Continuar leyendo “As I Remember It…” by Bill Tope