That night, December 2 1987 - Jim Carroll and Richard Hell read in the main church at St. Mark's between 9th and 10th street in New York.
Richard Hell had been our best man that morning at my wedding at Gotham City Town Hall.
It had snowed off and on all day.
Jim Carroll read a funny funny story from his book The Basketball Diaries and then Richard read some poems.
After the reading, Richard and my husband and I walked over to 7B, on Thompkins Square Park, and had champagne.
I really liked Jim Carroll's funny freaky fearless story about a cockroach. His voice was gravelly world weary smoky sexy. Very sweet. To this day I had believed he was younger than me and tonight I heard he died of a heart attack on Friday September 11th. A rainy day. He was 60.
RIP Jim Carroll.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
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