Chari came back up to Echo Park from way down south to pose on the green rug at four in the morning. Whiskey Biscuit/Spindrift party at the 1269 Gallery — breaking, yelling, shirtlessness, more yelling, Indians, Englishers, people falling down on the skate ramp all night. There was a girl in a dress like mine except hers was metallic and she walked around all night with her arms sort of crossed to shove her boobs up under her chin.
(I wore my Westside Hussy dress — aiyayai! — and Julie looked cinematic — see below) then somehow made it home from deepest downtown in C’s pick up truck, three girls in mini dresses sprawled and singing, legs everywhere, in the front and two boys laid out in the back.

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